Chapter 2

Armando replied instantly on WhatsApp. "Alright, Miss Marsh, I'll tell Mr. Davies."

I felt heartbroken.

If the ride-share hadn't arrived promptly, I would have been crying in the rain.

This feeling of having nowhere to vent my anger had long left me disgusted.

Thankfully, after a seven-hour train journey, my mood was much calmer by the time I returned to Brenden's mansion.

As soon as I entered, I saw Brenden sitting on the sofa.

His hair was still damp, and droplets of water glistened on his chest beneath the open V-neck of his robe.

This was the look of Brenden that I loved the most.

Instinctively, I pressed my lips and was about to approach him.

Just then, a charming and clear voice came from the bathroom. "Mr. Davies, may I dry your hair now?"

With those words, a striking red silhouette emerged from the bathroom.

I turned, meeting Armando's gaze.

When my eyes landed on her bright red nightgown, I couldn't help sneering.

That nightgown on Armando were the only gift Brenden bought for me personally.

Because I cherished it, I had only worn it once since it was bought.

Yet now, it was on Armando.

I took a deep breath.

"Sorry for interrupting, it seems I've come at a wrong time." As I said that, I turned around and was about to leave with my suitcase.

Brenden suddenly stormed over and grabbed me angrily. "Emely, what are you making a fuss about? When Armando and I went to inspect real estate, it rained heavily and we were soaked, so we went back to my house to change clothes."

I wanted to hold back, especially since I was going to marry another man in four days.

I only returned to resign and break up with Brenden.

I didn't care what Brenden and Armando did.

But I couldn't tolerate Brenden letting Armando wear my nightgown and act out in what I once thought was my home, while we were not yet officially broke up.

"So, are you saying those hickeys on her aren't from you?" This nightgown was erotic style and sexy.

I could easily see the marks on Armando's skin beneath the thin fabric.

Brenden's expression flickered with a hint of panic.

Armando chimed in, "Miss Marsh, the marks on my body are my personal business and have nothing to do with you. You have no right to question them. If you feel I'm bothering you, I can stay away from this mansion. But I hope you stop leaving home in a huff so often. Do you know how busy Mr. Davies is? You're exhausting him, and he's human and will get tired."

Armando was worthy of being a graduate of a prestigious university. With just a few words, she labeled me as being unreasonable.

Suppressing the pain surging in my chest, I was about to retort to Armando.

However, Brenden spoke coldly at that time, "Emely, apologize to Armando immediately. Armando is my assistant, not your punching bag. I hope you stop testing my patience."

I looked at Brenden with a pale face, smiling instead of showing anger. "Brenden, you want me to apologize? That's impossible."