“Are you trying to tell me that you actually think I have a gigolo and not just that, you’re trying to tell me that you believe I’ll let a cleaner be one of mine?!” My sister barked at him. Simon shivered like a leaf that’s been beaten by the rain, I watched as his muscles tensed and he pulled away

“I— But— This is just—” Simon stopped talking at once when he realized that nothing he said was making any sense. He was speechless and again, he had that glazed look of despair on his face. It was as though he had lost something important. I didn’t need a saint to tell me that what he’d lost was

All eyes were on me and most of them had a confused and yet mocking look on their faces, their eyes carefully scrutinized me and I shuddered. “What is he wearing?” A voice sounded in the crowd and that was when it dawned on me that they were all staring at my cleaner uniform. I didn’t get the chan

I was still trying to process my shock when the door opened and my head turned in the direction of the door and there she was. Hazel Lockhart walked in looking more beautiful than ever, she had very beautiful long red hair that was almost touching her waist and she didn’t pack it up in her usual po

It was as if she wasn’t satisfied with the way Henry was talking about me and she wanted to say something like she would have done back when we were still in a relationship. “Isn’t it pathetic that he remained a loser and a miserable man to the extent that he cleans nothing but floors and toilets.”