Chapter 412
He had toyed with the idea of Inviting that woman whose voice was a dead ringer for Brielle back to his hotel room, but he hadn’t snagged her contact Information after their last encounter.
Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his volce. “If you’re itching for it, I can satisfy you right here in the office,”
No sooner had the words left his lips than a cup of coffee splashed on his face. The brown stain of the coffee slid down his cheek, soaking through his sult to the white shirt beneath.
Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to be so brazen, so utterly shameless. A colleague had brought in the coffee, but due to the morning’s positive pregnancy test, she hadn’t touched it, and it had gone cold.
Spencer wiped his face, unsurprised by Brielle’s retort. “Are you still holding out for Uncle Max to sweep you off your feet? Brielle, how low can you get?”
The more he insulted her, the more it pained him.
“Get out.” Brielle shifted her gaze to the computer, unwilling to waste any energy on such a
person.
With pursed lips, Spencer gave her one deep look and then pushed the door open to leave.
The colleagues outside saw his coffee–stained figure but dared not stare, all thinking Ms. Haywood was the real powerhouse.
Once Spencer entered the elevator, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath, and glanced at his arousal. It wasn’t Brielle who was cheap, it was him, so cheap that despite knowing her disdain, he almost lost it over her words.
Frustrated, he punched the elevator wall. With no outlet for his pent–up energy, he felt suffocated.
Back in the office, Brielle felt nothing but irritable. She had a sharp sense that Spencer had changed; his eyes held not only disgust but something more that made her feel endangered. But she had no time to dwell on these feelings. Her mind was preoccupied with the two lines. on the pregnancy test, still feeling like an illusion.
Her computer kept pinging with notifications. The Beaconsfield media was all praise for Alivia, nearly putting her on a pedestal. And as for Max, he was already a figure of reverence.
Brielle felt no stirrings in her heart, nor did she call Max to ask about the details. She had long known Alivia’s maneuvers, how she hid behind others in an armor of generosity and gentleness, deceiving the public.
This media circus, this deluge of blessings, was Alivia’s warning shot. If Brielle showed any sign of weakness now, she’d be conceding defeat to Alivia before their battle had even begun.
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Alvia’s spectacle was meant to provoke her. Il Brielle called Max now to check on him, she would seem petty in comparison to Alivia’s poised and dunified front after all, Alivia had truly taken care of Martha for years.
gaze dropping to her belly with heavy thoughts. This was a
Belle shut down her computer, her gaze dro the problem.
Meanwhile, at the Rowland Health Center.
This was Beaconsfield’s most prestiulous sanatorium, and Martha’s thousand–square–foot villa was dedicated to her service alone. The treatment rivaled that of any facility abroad. However, ever since her return, her spirits had been laul. Her hands lightly clutched the sleeves of Max’s suit
Max had someone bring in a light meal for her, but Martha just waved it away, “Max, why don’t you stay for dinner tonight? It’s been ages since we’ve had a meal together,”
Max’s thoughts still lingered on Brielle, but seeing Martha’s weary and anxious face, he nodded. “Alright.”
Martha’s expression softened, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.
Upon leaving, Max pulled out his phone, intending to call Brielle to explain the situation. But Alvia approached, a smile appearing on her face upon seeing him still there. “Max, I thought. you’d have gone back by now.”
She noticed his phone in his hand, but her expression remained unchanged. “Do you remember our last conversation? I asked if you had someone special, and you said maybe. What about. now? Have you made up your mind?”
Max looked into the distance, his face lighting up with an Involuntary smile at the thought of Brielle. “Yeah.”
The word plunged into Alivia’s heart like a knife, swift and unhesitating. Despite agony in her heart, her face betrayed nothing. “Really? Congratulations. Are you planning to tell your
mother?”
“The situation with my mother isn’t great. I’m not planning to tell her just yet. Plus, the woman I like has her reasons for not wanting to make our relationship public.”
Alivia’s jealousy made her tremble, unable to fathom someone who did not want to declare a relationship with a man like Max. Was Max waiting for this woman to give him commitment?
How could Brielle be worthy? What gave her the right to have Max wait for her?
Alivia’s nails dug into her palms, wishing she could subject Brielle to the cruelest tortures imaginable. The heartache Alivia felt now, Brielle would have to repay It a hundredfold!
But she couldn’t rush. Brielle had never been her match, after all. All she needed to do was stir others into action against Brielle.
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