Verena
I had never been this irritated by someone’s tears my whole life. The more I stared, revulsion swirled inside of me. Mandy’s face was an ugly smear of wet mascara that trailed down her cheeks as she reached for a handkerchief in her pocket, softly dabbing at the tears that brimmed in her eyes.
This woman was too dramatic and definitely manipulative because the moment she saw Daxton, she began to cry.
And here she was, still putting up a performance in his office like she was a teenager.
I shook my head in irritation, peeling my eyes off her. The door opened, revealing Daxton whose eyes were a storm, jaw clenched so hard that a muscle feathered. “Causing a scene in my hotel…” His face wore a disgruntled look as he walked past me, rolling up his sleeves as he pulled out a chair
