Almost instinctively, she sat on the sofa and carefully pieced the pieces together. Although she did not want to admit it, that was indeed the best memory she ever had. What a pity… Just as Bethan was about to piece together one of the photos, a man’s low, indifferent voice was heard from the stairs,
“What are you doing?”
She withdrew her hand abruptly and looked in the direction of the voice. Brettley was leaning on the stairs aloofly as his eyes stared at her hand coldly. She hurriedly lowered her head to seem as if she was admitting her mistake,
“I’m sorry. I saw these fragments on the coffee table. I guess you wanted to piece the photos together, so I just…”
The man frowned and strode toward her, taking away the photo fragments in her hand.
“Don’t touch my belongings in the future.”
He carefully placed the fragments on the tabletop.
“Don’t think this will please me.”
Bethan narrowed her eyes slightly, apologizing, but the corners of her lips lifted, pleased. She wanted Brettley to feel that she had ill intentions toward him. Only then would he not doubt her true identity.
“I’ll be taking my leave now, Mr. Morrison.”
With that, she turned around to head upstairs.
“Nellie…”
Brettley sat down on the sofa and leaned back gracefully.
“Was she alright today?”
The little girl asked him to hang up his and her mother’s wedding photo yesterday, yet Cynthal destroyed it. She must have been sad, was she not?
“Not really.”
Bethan turned her back to Brettley, her lips twitching slightly.
“Mr. Morrison, you seem to be really fond of your daughter.”
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her retreating figure, waiting for her to continue. Her lips turned into a small smile.
“I didn’t see a picture of your ex-wife at home before, yet there are lots of them all of a sudden. You must’ve done it to miss the little princess, right?”
The words of the woman caused Brettley to narrow his eyes slightly. He stared at her indifferently.
“You seem to care a lot about my wife and me, don’t you?”
“Certainly.”
Bethan smiled.
“My purpose in coming here is to revere you, so it’s only natural I’d be curious about your relationship.”
Brettley gave a cold snort. Of course! It was true that this woman came to be a maid because she harbored intentions toward him! He glanced at Bethan coldly.
“Remember, you are just a servant. Don’t say what you shouldn’t say, don’t do what you shouldn’t do. This position beside me can’t be filled by just anyone who wants it.”
Bethan was unfazed at the man’s cold gaze as she nodded lightly.
“Understood.”
She then headed upstairs, but she paused just as she reached the top.
“Ms. Peterson came to the house early this morning and smashed the photos. Ms. Nellie was unhappy all day. If you can’t handle your relationship with Ms. Peterson, don’t just fulfill Nellie’s request, then there won’t be a situation where both women are unhappy.”
Brettley looked at her back that faced him, his voice colder than the surrounding air as he uttered,
“Are you trying to teach me how I should handle my affairs?”
“It’s just a suggestion.”
Bethan’s voice was calm and emotionless.
“After all, if Ms. Nellie is always unhappy, it will only increase my workload.”
With that, she raised her feet and headed upstairs, leaving behind nothing but an indifferent back view.
The man sat on the sofa and frowned at her retreating form. …… Early the next morning, Cynthal received a call from Lucas before she even woke up.
“Ms. Peterson, I’m downstairs. Mr. Morrison told me to come and pick you up. He wants to see you.”
“Brettley wants to see me!?”
Cynthal jumped out of her bed in excitement. It was the first time throughout the years Brettley approached her early in the morning.
“One minute. I’ll be downstairs after I put on some makeup!”
An hour later, Cynthal, with a delicate layer of makeup on her face and a long dress wrapped around her frame, stepped out and opened the car door elegantly. In the back seat of the car, Brettley, dressed in black, sat with closed eyes as he rested. When she got into the car, she was so surprised that her voice trembled,
“Brettley, I didn’t expect you to come personally…”
The man interrupted her calmly,
“Lucas, go to the restaurant.”
At the restaurant… Brettley lowered his head as he, eating his breakfast, began lightly,
“In half a month, I plan to take you to grandma’s birthday party. After all, you’ve lived as my fiancée for six years. It’s time for a change of your status.”
Cynthal’s eyes lit up. Sure enough, Brettley came to her early in the morning because he had good news to announce! She was inwardly delighted, yet she maintained a shy disposition.
“I don’t mind… I do.”
Brettley merely looked up at her indifferently.
“I’ll announce on the day of my grandma’s birthday party that our engagement is over.”
Clang! Cynthal’s fork suddenly fell on the table as she gawked at Brettley in shock.
“Brettley, what do you mean?”
Brettley ate his breakfast gracefully.
“I promised to maintain my relationship with you as an unmarried couple, firstly to fulfill Bethan Peterson’s last wish. Second, once she died, we would have nothing to do with each other, so you needed another identity for me to protect you.
“I also said at the beginning that if you and I meet someone we love in the future, this ridiculous engagement can be terminated at any time.”
Cynthal bit her lip firmly.
“But Brettley, neither you nor I met the person we love.”
“But Nellie came back.”
Brettley put down his knife and fork and looked at Cynthal’s face indifferently.
“Nellie’s existence proves that Bethan Peterson didn’t die six years ago. Since my wife is still alive, I shouldn’t maintain this relationship with you.
“Besides.”
The man lowered his head to drink his soup.
“You don’t get along well with Nellie. The servant said yesterday that you made Nellie unhappy all day, so this contract ends here.”
He put down the empty bowl.
“On Grandma’s birthday, I’ll announce Nellie’s identity first, and then announce the dissolution of our engagement.”
With that, he got up and strode.
Cynthal remained at her seat, her hands clenched into fists. Seeing Brettley’s car leaving mercilessly, Cynthal finally broke down and swept all the tableware on the table to the ground! Crash! Shing! Clang! She was under the impression she was in for a beautiful start when he asked to meet her early in the morning, but he suddenly wanted to break their engagement because of Nellie, that little brat! The woman’s eyes narrowed angrily.
It was all the little brat’s fault! Brettley would not treat her like this if she did not come back! She had just returned for three days, and Brettley no longer wanted her! If she did not get rid of that little brat, she was no Cynthal Peterson! Bethan Peterson did not dare to show up by herself and instead sent a little girl like her as a sacrificial lamb.
So be it! …… Noon.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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