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She curled up, her stomach growling.
“Ugh… Hungry… Alyssa moaned, closing her eyes.
All of a sudden, there came the rich smell of chocolate.
Was she hallucinating? Alyssa curiously sniffed the air.
“Are you going to eat it?” came the cold yet magnetic voice.
Alyssa flinched and opened her eyes, meeting Jeremy’s dark eyes. They always managed to look so intimidating.
Jeremy was kneeling in front of her, holding a chocolate cupcake.
Alyssa wrapped her arms around her middle. Three years and Jeremy had never once done something for her-all those years of giving him her all, crying, weeping, and hiding in the shadows.
Tears filled her eyes.
After a while, when Jeremy noticed that Alyssa showed no sign of moving, he asked, “Aren’t you hungry?
Here, eat. It’s chocolate, your favorite. Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.”
“No.” Alyssa’s throat ached with an unexpressed sense of grievance.
“Mrs. Rosie told me about your stomach condition. You can’t go too long without eating.”
“I said no!”
Alyssa smacked the cake out of Jeremy’s hands, making it fall flat on the floor.
Jeremy’s gaze darkened as anger ignited in his chest. Disappointment washed over him like a bucket of ice, seeping into his every vein.
His heart lay on the floor, now in pieces.
“What is wrong with you, Alyssa Taylor?”
Alyssa slowly sat up, no longer hungry. Rage and hatred fueled her being. “I hate you. It bothers me when you undertake actions you think will aid me without a discernible cause.
“News flash-they don’t. Do you realize how insulted and hurtful your actions are making me feel, Jeremy
Walsh?”
“What are you saying?” Jeremy frowned, taken aback.
“Leave me alone. I don’t need you to be nice to me. Not anymore.” Alyssa slowly stood up, trying not to wince as her gastritis acted up.
She added, “Don’t try shoving your useless affection here now that Liana has broken your heart. I’m not a trash recycling center-not even if you beg.”
Jeremy clenched his hands into fists, anger rising fast with her insults.
He had come to help her out because he was worried about her.
Why did she have to demonize him so? Why did she humiliate his small gesture of kindness?
Alyssa put on her heels again and left the room while Jeremy slowly cleaned up the cupcake mess on the floor, heart aching.
Alyssa was no longer the kind, affectionate woman who would smile at him and tend to him with all her heart.
Their failed marriage remained a lasting trauma in her heart center. It sculpted her into the hard- shelled, abrasive, and fierce woman.
One small hint of kindness was enough to make her push away, hurting him in the process.
Jeremy trembled slightly, crushing the cake in his palm.
He did this to himself.
He single-handedly ruined such a sweet, young woman and their once-lovely marriage.
There was still some time till the auction began. Ada and Yves’ presence had attracted the entire hall’s attention, with several reporters flocking to interview them for the night.
Sophia was chatting with other rich men’s wives while Betty and Zoe were busy with their plans.
Betty was preparing to have a picture taken with Ada and consequently be interviewed about it. She hoped to use this to strengthen her reputation.
Meanwhile, Zoe was eagerly waiting to take a selfie with Yves in order to have a footing in the fashion world.
“What a surprise to see you wear this necklace to the event tonight, Madam Ada. I take it you’re quite fond of it?” Betty piped up upon seeing an opportunity open up.
The reporters instantly started taking photos of them together.
“Of course. This is Alexa’s work, after all.”
Ada didn’t like how shallow and immature Betty was. Yet, the former still showed her respect because the latter remarked on the necklace and the fact that she had chosen Berenike Hotel for her wedding.
So she wrapped an arm around Betty’s waist, posing for the camera.
Betty was absolutely thrilled.
“Madam Ada, do you intend to buy some jewelry tonight to contribute to this charity auction? Or contribute a piece of your own?” a reporter asked.
Ada smiled. “I intend to contribute a piece tonight.”
“Oh? What kind of jewelry would it be?”
“You’ll see for yourselves later on.”
Zoe was lurking around Yves as well. She waited until her interview with some reporters had finished before marching straight up. “Madam Yves!”
Yves stopped in her footsteps upon hearing her call. Her eyes were filled with sheer indifference as she looked Zoe up and down.
They didn’t know each other, nor did Zoe’s limited edition fall-series peach gown help the girl’s case. It didn’t suit her and made her come off as someone with bad taste.
“I’ve read all your magazines since I was a child, Madam Yves. I’m MINT’s loyal fan!” Zoe cooed, an enthusiastic blush on her cheeks.
*Since you were a child? Am I that old?” Yves smirked.
“N-No, not at all!” Zoe cried, cold sweat beginning to form on her nape. “What I meant was, I truly and honestly respect you from the bottom of my heart! Can… Can I…?”
But Yves had already turned and walked past her.
“M-Madam Yves!” Zoe held her gown up and turned around to go after the woman.
But what she saw made her flinch, stumbling backward.
“There you are, Ms. Alyssa!” Yves crooned, going up to Alyssa’s side like they had known each other for years.
The surrounding guests and reporters shot Alyssa incredulous, awe-filled looks.
“My apologies, Madam Yves. I didn’t know you were waiting for me,” Alyssa said with a blush.
Yves grinned. “Don’t sweat it. You’ve had a busy night.”
She then wrapped an arm around Alyssa’s shoulders, making the two look quite like close friends. She said to the reporters, “Come on, where are our photos?”
Alyssa was just as shocked as everyone else.
This was the first time a cold, terrifying, dominating woman like Yves had initiated a photo with someone else.
The reporters thought that Alyssa must be someone special or unique to have caught her attention.
How tremendous!
Betty and Zoe were devastated, especially the latter, who felt shame burst inside her veins like fireworks.
Why?
Why was this happening?