He and Fiona were the only two people at Neil’s grave this morning. Therefore, there was no other person who would spread lies like this to Bethan.
Brettley rubbed his brows in frustration and leaned against the sofa, exhausted. He decided to wait for Fiona to come out of the shower.
After a short while, Fiona emerged with a towel wrapped around her dripping body.
She immediately made her way to Brettley with a coy expression and gently pressed her soft, silky skin against Brettley’s arm. “Brettley, did my phone ring just now?”
“Yes. “
Brettley closed his eyes and did not even give her a second glance. “It was Christian.”
“Didn’t he go back to his hometown already?”
Fiona smiled and extended her hand to touch Brettley’s face, but Brettley stopped her before she could do so.
He held her wrist in his hand and pinned her between the sofa and his own body.
This position seemed a little intimate, so Fiona blushed scarlet immediately. She placed her hands against Brettley’s chest, feigning shyness, and said coyly, “Brettley… Don’t… We’re in the living room, and it’s broad daylight now… Let’s go back to the bedroom…”
Brettley narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard her words, and a hint of contempt flashed through his eyes.
He placed his hand on Fiona’s chin. His dark eyes, which were as black as obsidians, were laced with disdain as he said, “Do you know what Christian called to tell me?”
The look on his face made Fiona feel as though someone had tossed her into a body of ice-cold water. She froze, then stared at Brettley in alarm. Did he…
Terror engulfed her entire being, an intense fear that she had never experienced before.
She bit on her lip. “Brettley, I…”
“I told you that I’ll provide you all the protection and support you need, and I’m also willing to be with you until the end of your life, but my only condition is that you don’t cause me any trouble.
“You deliberately brought up having children in front of Neil’s grave and afterward even told Bethan that we talked about having children right there… What is your end goal? To make Bethan hate me, or to make the children hate me?”
Fiona froze for a moment when she heard this. Then, after a moment, she let out a sigh of relief.
Was this what Christian had called about? She thought that Christian had told Brettley the truth about her fake illness…
Fiona let out a sigh of relief, then immediately put on an expression of innocence. She lifted her hand to grab Brettley’s wrist gently. “Brettley, you’re hurting me. Actually… I didn’t mean to say that to Bethan at all…”
She bit down on her lip and said in an upset tone, “
After we finished our meeting this morning, Bethan pulled me aside after everyone had left and demanded to know what I told you when we were at Neil’s grave… She accused me of talking bad about her right in front of Neil’s grave… So I had no choice but to leak our conversation to her, just to prove I’m innocent…”
Tears started to well up in Fiona’s eyes as she continued, “Brettley, I didn’t do it on purpose… Bethan was just too aggressive at that time, so I had no choice but to tell her everything… Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to prove my innocence… Please don’t get mad at me, will you?”
Fiona thought that this was a perfect excuse and that Brettley would believe her immediately.
To her surprise, he did not release her and even tightened his grip on her. He narrowed his eyes and zeroed in on Fiona’s face coldly. “I must’ve been too kind to you all this while. Do you truly think I’ll believe all of your lies?”
He flung her away forcefully and looked down at her from his towering height. “I know better than anyone what kind of person Bethan is–I know that she won’t interrogate you out of jealousy. If you want to lie, try to find a better excuse in the future. “
The pale -faced Fiona picked herself up somewhat haggardly and muttered, “Brettley, I…”
Brettley closed his eyes and said in a low, hoarse voice, “As soon as this competition is over, Bethan’s contract will be up, and she’ll be leaving Banyan City soon. I don’t want any harm to come her way during this time.”
He opened his eyes and shot Fiona an impassive glance. “I hope you learn to behave yourself.
Otherwise, I can’t promise that I ‘ll be able to stay with you till your life’s end.”
With that, Brettley strode out of the room.
Fiona laid on the sofa and watched him leave. She gritted her teeth in seething anger.
Finally, her gaze landed on the empty glass on the coffee table, and she clenched her fists.
She had added libido-enhancing medications to this glass of water, and she had also stained her clothes during lunch deliberately so she could bring Brettley home and let nature take its course!
Still…
Fiona bit down on her lip and closed her eyes.
This was the first time Brettley got mad at her ever since they started dating.
Maybe she was too impatient, but… Not only did she have Bethan, Brettley’s ex-wife, to worry about, but Cynthal, his ex-fiancée, had returned to Banyan City as well.
How could she not worry about this? How could she be patient?
After coming out of Orchard Manor, Brettley drove to Morrison Group Tower and made a beeline to the design department.
When he entered the door, Bethan had just regained her composure and was sitting in front of her easel, sketching a draft.
Sunlight seeped through the window onto her face, illuminating a few tendrils of hair around her face and giving them a faint, golden glow.
Watching the concentrated look on her face, Brettley was pulled into a memory that happened a few years ago.
At that time, when they had just gotten married, Bethan would always sit quietly at home in this manner, immersed in her thoughts, right in front of her easel.
Every time this happened, he would step aside and let out a small cough. She would raise her head to grin at him and ask him all sorts of questions like, when did he arrive? Was he hungry? Was he thirsty? Did he need any help from her?
Although she looked completely different from back then, he still could not help but feel attracted by the gentleness and determination about her.
He walked toward her and said in a low voice, “Bethan.”
Bethan’s entire body stiffened when she heard his voice.
She turned around and fixated her cold gaze on the man standing next to her. A sneer played on her lips as she said, “What are you doing here, Mr. Morrison? Aren’t you supposed to be with Ms. Blake? Did I say anything wrong to offend her? Is that why you’re here–to reprimand me?”
As soon as Bethan turned around, Brettley felt the blood rush throughout his entire body.
A strange feeling arose within him. He knew what this feeling was.
Nonetheless, it was broad daylight, and he was in her office, no less.
Besides, their relationship was at its breaking point already, and after believing Fiona’s lies, Bethan was probably upset at him. Brettley knew he should not be lusting after her at this moment, but he could not control himself.
He could not stop himself from walking toward her. He suppressed the fluttery feeling in his heart and hoarsely spoke, “Bethan, the reason I came here is to tell you…”
Brettley let out an exhale and continued in a low voice, “I don’t intend on having children with Fiona at all.”
Bethan’s entire body stiffened at that moment, but a chuckle escaped her afterward. “Is that so?”
She did not believe a single word that came out of this man’s mouth.
She stood up and circled past him toward the door, flinging the door open. “If you don’t have anything else to say, Mr. Morrison, please leave.”
Brettley could not help but narrow his eyes at her hostile attitude.
He noticed that Bethan’s eyes were slightly red- rimmed. It was clear that she had been crying or, at least, had felt like it. Despite that, she was adamant that he leave…
Brettley let out an exhale. “Bethan, I came here to explain everything to you. I– “
“What is there to explain? “
Bethan felt amused by his contradicting statements. “Are you saying that you didn’t talk about having children with Fiona right in front of Neil’s grave? Or are you saying that Ms. Blake, the woman you love, is a liar?”
Brettley replied in a low, hoarse voice, “What if I told you the latter is true?”
Bethan gave him a bitter smile. Then, she fixed her gaze on Brettley’s face and said, enunciating her words carefully, “Mr. Morrison, since Ms. Blake is a liar, why don’t you tell me exactly what you see in her? “
Brettley fell into silence. He did not know how to answer her question.
Seeing this, Bethan sniffed and continued in a slightly choked voice, “If you care about and respect Neil that much, you shouldn’t have found a new girlfriend so soon after his death, much less take her to visit his grave! “
She bit down on her lip and glared at Brettley, unable to stop her tears from falling.
Bethan did not understand what was happening. She was so much more upset before Brettley arrived, yet she could not even shed a single tear.
However, as soon as Brettley arrived at her office, her tears started flowing like water from a tap. No matter how hard she tried to suppress them, they still slid down her face, even though she was furious at him instead of upset.
Lunch break was almost over, so the rest of the employees had started flocking back into the department.
At this moment, Bethan was arguing with Brettley in front of her office door with tears streaming down her face. This was an interesting sight that garnered the employees’ attention.
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