Chapter 2
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On my grand birthday banquet, Miles Howard arrived late with Mia Sullivan, looking as if they had just finished some mischief.
Most of the guests had already left, leaving only a group of trouble-loving second-generation heirs, all waiting for me to lose my temper.
Mia Sullivan’s hair was disheveled, her eyes dazed, and her cheeks flushed—a clear sign that something was off.
Miles Howard, on the other hand, wore a look of triumph, with a fresh strawberry mark on his neck.
Anyone with a clear eye could tell where the two of them had been, and they were all waiting for me to erupt.
In the past, I would have thrown a tantrum, crying and making a scene.
But now, I simply picked up my teacup and took a gentle sip.
Miles Howard had already placed Mia Sullivan behind him, waiting for me to kick up a fuss so he could scold me.
Unexpectedly, I acted as if nothing had happened, seemingly oblivious to them, and even gently set my teacup back down.
His brow furrowed, clearly displeased.
But then, as if remembering something, he laughed and said, "Shirley Lennox, are you pretending to be a lady now, fearing that I might call off the wedding? Not bad. To be my fiancée, you need to be more magnanimous. After all, today is your birthday."
As he spoke, he pulled a cheap pendant from his pocket, about to hand it to me, when Mia Sullivan snatched it away.
"Brother Mingze, this pendant is so shiny," Mia Sullivan said in a cooing voice.
Miles Howard immediately replied, "If Linda likes it, then it’s yours."
Mia Sullivan feigned reluctance, glancing at me with a smirk that she couldn’t quite hide: "But that’s the gift you were going to give your sister. What will she do if I take it?"
Miles Howard disdainfully glanced at me: "Her? She’s easy to deal with."
He caSullivanally grabbed a disposable plastic fork from a passing waiter’s tray and threw it in front of me, his tone contemptuous: "This is for you." Then, with a smile, he said to Mia Sullivan, "Anything I give her, she’ll accept."
The fork knocked over my drink, splashing liquid all over me.
The onlookers stifled their laughter behind their hands.
Looking at the fork in front of me, I Sullivanddenly felt utterly tasteless.
In the past, I used to pester him for gifts.
He would buy me a plastic bracelet from a street stall for just a few dollars, and I would be overjoyed, wearing it every day.
Everyone in the circle mocked me, saying that even if Miles Howard gave me trash, I would treat it like a treaSullivanre.
I took a deep breath, not wanting to ruin my own birthday banquet. I handed the fork back to the waiter and said softly, "The young master was just joking with me. You may leave."
The waiter, frightened, quickly retreated.
Seeing my indifference, Miles Howard became even more displeased, his expression darkening.
He pulled Mia Sullivan to sit beside me, and the two of them flirted shamelessly, completely ignoring me.
While indulging in their affection, he stealthily observed my reactions.
I found it all incredibly tedious, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Miles Howard noticed and grabbed my arm, smirking triumphantly: "What’s the matter? Already jealous? Shirley Lennox, you’d better get used to it. I’ll never be yours alone. Jealousy is a cardinal sin in a wealthy family."
I hastily shook off his hand and said coldly, "There’s a distinction between men and women. Young master, please behave yourself."
He paused, then Sullivanddenly laughed again: "What’s this new act? We’re about to be engaged. You’re already mine. Can’t I even touch you?"
I was so angry I almost laughed. If it weren’t for my uncle’s warning not to reveal my choice yet, I would have slapped him hard.
For now, I could only retort, "Miles Howard, how can you be so Sullivanre that I chose you?"
He froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The crowd around us, unable to contain themselves any longer, joined in the mockery.
Tears streaming down his face from laughter, Miles Howard said, "Not to mention that everyone in this circle knows you’re determined to marry me, but even if we look at the other eligible young men—Number Three is already married, Number Four has a prearranged marriage with a foreign tycoon’s daughter. Sullivanrely you’re not considering being their mistress? As for Number Two, he’s in poor health; who knows… could you be aiming to be a widow? So, Shirley Lennox, tell me, who else could you possibly marry besides me?"
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