Chapter 2
I was so enraged by Maverick’s entitled tone that I laughed. “No matter how frugal I am, I don’t have a habit of picking up other
people’s leftovers. Just like that cake, you’ve already been used by Emma. I don’t want you anymore.”
Maverick’s brows furrowed. “Ophelia, weren’t you the one who was so desperate to marry me? You were the one who said that if
your mom didn’t see you get married, she wouldn’t be at peace.”
The mention of my mother sent a wave of grief surging through me.
If she’d still been alive, I would’ve endured anything. But she was gone now
Maverick suddenly grabbed my arm and started dragging me outside. “Fine, let’s go tell Layla right now that we’re getting married. That should put her at ease, right?”
I struggled, but he forced me into the car and drove toward the hospital.
What kind of expression would he have when he got there and found out my mother had passed away?
Shock? Disbelief? Or would he actually feel sorrow?
He had lost his mother at a young age. His stepmother had never cared for him, and his father treated him like he was invisible
After we got together, my mother had felt sorry for him for the hardships he had endured as a child. She had treated him like her
own son
She hadn’t hesitated before giving him her entire life’s savings when he’d started his business and lacked funds. She’d always
been worried he’d overwork himself, so she’d often cooked for him and made the soups he loved.
