I had put up with him for so long because of my mother, Layla Watson. Mom had been terminally ill; before she’d passed, she’d wanted to see me married. She’d wanted to rest assured that I had someone to rely on in the future. Only then could she rest in
peace.
But now, she was gone, and I hadn’t even gotten to see her one last time.
Thinking about how she’d died with her eyes still open, unable to rest, I felt an unbearable pain weighing on my heart.
Just then, I heard the sound of movements from the entryway.
Maverick pushed the door open and walked in with a small cake in his hands before offering it to me. “This is your favorite- strawberry cake.”
I glanced at it. What was once a beautifully decorated cake was now covered in uneven spoon marks.
Just half an hour ago, Emma had posted a picture of her enjoying a perfectly untouched strawberry cake on her social media.
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I withdrew my gaze and said coldly, “Get out. You’re not welcome here.”
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His face darkened instantly. “Ophelia, how long are you planning to keep this up? It was my oversight to have you work as a bar
girl at Emma’s bar, but that doesn’t mean you should have jumped off the balcony just to ruin her business.
“Emma’s kind. She even defended you afterward and asked me to apologize to you. What more do you want?”
“Apologize?” I sneered. “Maverick, does this look like an apology to you? Who brings leftovers as an apology?”
His voice faltered for a moment before he said, “Haven’t you always been
frugal?”
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