Bethan nonchalantly shrugged. “I don’t care whether I’m a substitute or not.”
“But, being a substitute is a miserable thing.”
Bethan’s female colleague next to her sighed and said, “Bethan, it’s not worth it.”
“Heh.”
Bethan calmly lifted her eyes and looked at her. “Weren’t you guys talking about Courtney yesterday? Didn’t you all think she’d be Bethan Peterson’s substitute because she looked like her? So why is it that you think it’s an utmost honor if it was her, but if it were me, you find it pathetic and that it’s not worth it?”
Bethan’s words silenced the entire design department. Her colleague’s expressions turned ugly, too.
She was indeed coaxing and praising Courtney yesterday together with Shannon. After all, Courtney was the Design Director’s junior, and they were close to each other.
Bethan came out of nowhere; no one knew who she was or what background she had. A person like that was a threat to them!
“I never thought that someone would be proud to be a substitute.”
Shannon leaned against the door to her office as she shot Bethan a condescending glance. “
No wonder you’re so arrogant. You have the support of someone that we can’t afford to offend.”
“You know you can’t offend him, too?”
Bethan smiled. “Furthermore, Brettley never once said that I’m anybody’s substitute, right? What if I were to say that Brettley actually likes me?”
“You’re lying! “
One of the staff agitatedly pointed at Bethan and scolded, “The love President Morrison has for his ex-wife is real! He loved her deeply. He only has her in his heart! “
Bethan could not help but chuckle loudly at her words.
Brettley loved Bethan Peterson deeply, and that he only had her in his heart, huh?
Bethan, as the person in question, did not believe those words one bit.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled faintly. “How do you know that his feelings for his ex-wife are real? She has left him for six years, and he has been engaged to her sister, Cynthal Peterson for the past five years. Have you all forgotten about this? He said this was his way to take care of his ex-wife’s sister? Is that so?”
Bethan lowered her gaze and tidied her desk while she aloofly spoke, “There’s a lot of ways to take care of her. They don’t have to get engaged. The so-called taking care is just his way to maintain an image of him being deeply in love.”
“Is that so? “Suddenly, a low voice came from the entrance of the design department.
That man’s low voice punctured through the noise of the crowd and immediately into Bethan’s ears.
She suddenly tensed.
She knew she should not say such things, but she was annoyed at how her colleagues kept saying that Brettley was deeply in love with his ex-wife and how he only had Bethan Peterson in his heart.
Listening to these lies more than once or twice was more than enough, so she boldly retorted, only to let Brettley hear what she said.
The entire design department was suddenly in pin -drop silence.
Bethan braced herself and looked at Brettley’s angry face. She frantically waved her hands. “Hello, President Morrison.”
The glare in his eyes was so sharp that they could kill! Brettley walked over to Bethan and kept his gaze as he suppressed the anger in his heart.
“Just because I didn’t inform you that I was going to carry you to work, you got so angry that you say that I used to like Cynthal Peterson?”
There was tenderness in his tone and eyes. On the surface, it seemed like a boyfriend coaxing his angry girlfriend.
However, only Bethan knew that beneath that facade was a raging wild storm.
She smiled a little. “I’m…not that angry anymore.”
“I initially wanted to ask you to have lunch together.”
Brettley’s expression was calm–his tender tone had hints of danger in them.
“Since you’re still angry, though, let’s head to my office. I’ll cheer you up.”
Stunned, Bethan instinctively wanted to refuse, but Brettley’s reaction was much quicker.
He immediately picked her up. “She’ll be taking the morning off.”
Slam!
The office door was kicked shut as Bethan’s back was brutally slammed against the cold door.
Brettley strangled Bethan with a cold gaze. “Who the hell gave you the courage to spread rumors about me outside?”
Bethan could barely breathe as the air in her lungs decreased. Struggling, she hoarsely spoke, “I’m only saying what I’m thinking.”
Brettley glared at her, his gaze growing even colder. “
You think that I got engaged to Cynthal because I like her?”
“What else is it, then?”
Bethan lifted her head with a determined gaze. “I’ve said it before. There are many ways to take care of someone, and it’s not necessarily getting engaged with them.”
When she was overseas, she had once found many excuses for his behavior. She tried to find ways to determine that her judgment was wrong. She wanted to find a reason for him!
She used to have hope, no matter how little, hoping that he did not do those things, that he had no relationship with Cynthal, and that he still loved her.
Alas, she had to face the cruel reality!
The reality was that he conspired with Cynthal. They were in it together.
Not only did he cheat on her behind her back, but they also planned the accident and her so-called affair.
They even used a will to justify their abnormal relationship.
It was disgusting! Utterly disgusting!
Everything Brettley did was despicable and infuriating. He still had the guts to tell everyone he loved Bethan Peterson the most, that his relationship with Cynthal was just because he was taking care of her.
Such a terrible lie, yet countless people believed them.
Bethan did not buy a single word!
Brettley choked her as his fingers gripped tighter. His voice got lower and colder, too. “You’re so determined that Cynthal and I got engaged because I like her? You and I are a couple now. Does that mean I have inappropriate thoughts for you, too?”
“What do you think?”
Bethan found it comical as she gazed into his heated glare.
He was exposed; that was why he got angry over it.
She lifted her ice-cold gaze. “Mr. Morrison, if you don’t have any inappropriate thoughts toward me, there are so many other women on this earth. Why did you pick me?”
Bethan’s pink lips kept moving, saying words that would aggravate Brettley.
Brettley narrowed his eyes. The anger in his chest flared up. He glared at her lips with a darkened gaze.
“It’s all because of –mpfh! “
Bethan’s lips were seized violently before she could finish.
Brettley’s kisses were mixed with annoyance and rage. He fiercely swallowed her voice and breath with his kiss.
Bethan instinctively struggled and tried to refuse his kiss, but the disparity of power was too huge.
She was no match for Brettley, so she could only let him kiss her, taking away all her sensibility.
Her mind went blank. What remained was his raging- storm-like attack.
After a long while… “President.”
Suddenly, knocks came from the door, and both of them stopped in unison.
“Y–Your father is here. He’s waiting for you downstairs.”
Bethan immediately pushed Brettley away, the latter shutting his eyes as he let out a long breath.
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