NovelEnglishNadine was struck with a moment of disbelief.
This was definitely not what she had expected! Bryant chuckled, his deep-set eyes scanning her without really seeing, effortlessly piercing through her façade.
Just one look was enough for Nadine to awkwardly lower her head, avoiding his gaze! This man was terrifying! Playing coy in front of someone like Bryant, who had a deep understanding of human nature, was a grave mistake...
Leisurely, Bryant stubbed out his cigarette, his voice hoarse yet his presence still intimidating, "What did you think I called you here today for?" Nadine's heart pounded, not from excitement but from fear and anxiety.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLooking down at her, Bryant slowly figured out what was going through her mind. "Thought you could replace Jane, did you?" She gripped her dress tighter, trying to quell her shaking body, but fear was useless here. She forced herself to look up at Bryant, "So, Mr. Ferguson, can I?" Bryant scoffed, not giving her a direct answer, only saying, "Park here." Kevin, picking up on the subtle anger in his boss's tone, slammed the brakes and pulled over.
Bryant leaned towards Nadine.
Her eyes trembled, thinking she might have a chance, but Bryant's hand reached past her, opening the car door on her side.
He withdrew, his voice cold and final, "Get out!" "I..." Nadine was stunned! They had exited the highway earlier due to a crash causing severe congestion, and now she didn't even know where they were! Kevin got out and opened the door for her, "Please, Miss White." A wave of humiliation almost drowned Nadine! Her legs wobbled as she stepped out, clinging to her last shred of dignity. "This...this dress belongs to Ms. Webster, right? I'll have it cleaned..." "No need." Bryant's voice was indifferent, his gaze never meeting hers. "She has many like it. She won't want something someone else has worn." She wasn't wanted by him, let alone the dress.
Watching the Maybach drive off into the night, Nadine's face lost all color, her eyes filled with resentment.
If she had never gotten close, she wouldn't have yearned for more.
But once she thought there was a chance, desire uncontrollably burgeoned within her...
When the dinner party ended, I finally relaxed, limping towards the lounge.
Gregory glanced down, asking, "Shoes hurting you?" "Yeah, probably got blisters." I hardly wore high heels these past years, and tonight, for the dress, I chose a new pair. It was bound to happen. Suddenly, Gregory bent down, sweepingoff my feet with a stern face. "Why didn't you say anything about your feet hurting?" "Putdown!" I looked back. Several guests hadn't left yet, hoping to catch a word with Bella.
His actions attracted quite a few stares.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGregory smirked. "What's there to fear? I'm your legitimate boyfriend, not an ex-husband." He emphasized "ex-husband" a bit too much.
Alright. Settling scores, albeit late, was his style.
I touched my nose, feeling slightly guilty, and flashed him a placating smile, joking, "SZ technology isn't really a tech company, is it? More like...a vinegar factory?" "Congratulations, you're right."
He said solemnly, shouldering the lounge door open, carryinginside, and playingon the couch before naturally sitting next to me. Just as I was about to bend down and remove my shoes, he beatto it. Holding my ankle with one hand, he took off the high heel, noticing the abrasion on my heel, his brow furrowed, clearly displeased.
"Jane, you're too tolerant of pain. It's bleeding, and you didn't even make a sound." "It's just a scrape, no big deal." Seeing him place my foot on his
knee madesomewhat uncomfortable. I curled quickly said Coes and brought band-aids, it'll be fine once I put one on."
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