NovelEnglish“It’s not what you’re assuming. She’s merely a person of great use to me. Now, go prepare for the Lawsuit,” Ryan clarified, his voice firm, But before Humphrey could leave, he paused.
“Wait, I have one more question,” he said, uncertainty in his voice.
“What is it?”
“Why haven’t you welcomed Nancy into our company? She’s going to be my wife, and it’s challenging forwhen you act this way.”
“Do you really believe I’m the one rejecting her? Can’t you see that she holds herself in high regard and has no desire to be here?” Ryan countered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPreviously, Ryan had considered Millie as the best choice for the Chief Designer position at D.S. Company. Her talents in design surpassed Nancy’s, and the fact that she was Marcus’ wife added to her appeal. If Millie were to join his company, it would create ripples in Marcus’ life. Unfortunately, the possibility of Millie joining now seemed remote.
He would need to expedite his plans with the woman and set the wheels in motion.
Meanwhile, at Quie Temple.
Darin was guided into the room by his bodyguard, who was then dismissed with a curt, “You may leave now.”
“Rest well. I’m off to bed myself,” Rhea said, starting to exit.
Darin caught her hand, and the bodyguard cast a quick glance at them before exiting and shutting the door.
Staring at Rhea’s twisted expression, Darin sneered, “Do I humiliate you so?”
Throughout their journey, Rhea’s face had fallen every tthey encountered someone, and she seemed determined to distance herself from him. Had she forgotten why he was disabled?
His present, wretched condition was entirely due to her actions. He was now bound to a wheelchair, yet she displayed neither guilt nor remorse-only disdain.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
“I need rest; I’m exhausted,” Rhea replied, avoiding his gaze.
“We can rest together; I’m tired as well.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDarin’s voice chilled. Sometimes he even loathed himself. Rhea was utterly heartless. Why did he still harbor hope for her?
“Darin, don’t press me. I have my limits,” Rhea said through gritted teeth.
“Where are those Limits? We’ve been intimate before, and you enjoyed it. Now you think I’m disabled and fear I can’t satisfy you? Worry not; it’s only my legs that are damaged, not my virility,” Darin shot back.
Rhea’s eyes widened, anger surging within her. The affection she had once shown him was merely to manipulate him to her advantage.
Even if she couldn’t marry Marcus, she refused to stoop to intimacy with a disabled man.
She pulled at her lips in a sneer.
“Don’t deceive yourself with fantasies of manly vigor. Sparesuch delusions. Have you any idea what people in our social circle say about you behind your back?
They call you a waste, a cripple. Even those who sell their bodies for a living would find you a burden. Your mother is the only one who adores you, constantly singing your praises for fear you might act foolishly.”
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