Chapter 1
Less than two minutes after I left the message, Maverick Lloyd called.
“Ophelia, who are you trying to disgust with that nonsense? If you hadn’t deliberately jumped off the balcony at the bar and
offended Emma’s guest, would they have given her a hard time?”
His voice carried an authoritative tone as he ordered, “Hurry up and apologize to Emma!”
Holding my mother’s ashes in my hands, I was filled with overwhelming grief. I replied coldly, “I won’t apologize.”
His voice immediately rose in anger. “Ophelia, if you don’t apologize, then forget about our wedding!”
I nodded in agreement. “Then let’s call off the wedding.”
Silence fell on the other end of the line. He couldn’t believe I had actually agreed to call off the wedding.
Then, Emma Clayton’s soft, delicate voice came through the phone. “Maverick, Ophelia must be saying that on purpose because
she wants you to coax her. I’m fine now. Go find her.”
His voice turned cold. “Ophelia, that whole ‘playing hard to get act won’t work on me! Don’t come crying to me later!”
I had no interest in listening to his nonsense, so I hung up directly.
Days passed, and he never called again. He was waiting for me to cave and apologize. But this time, he was in for disappointment.
