Chapter 6
“Are you referring to the voice that appeared during the meeting?” I asked calmly.
“Or are you talking about all those nights you spent away at another woman’s house?”
My words made his expression darken instantly.
“Byron, you’re the one who’s truly unreasonable.“‘”
Perhaps the mockery in my eyes was too much for him, and his fists clenched tightly.
“Are you still upset? It’s not what you think.” He suddenly softened his tone.
I ignored him and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself.
I glanced at the time–if I finished quickly, I’d still have enough time to get to work.
He stayed seated on the living room sofa, his eyes glued to my every move.
By the time I finished eating and got ready to leave for work, he let out a sarcastic scoff.
“Don’t think you can just ignore me and expect to keep my attention. My patience has its limits.”
I turned back to glance at him, amused by the smug expression on his face, as if he had seen through me.
After straightening my coat, I finally responded, “Sometimes, you should try fixing that overly imaginative mind of yours.”
Without waiting for his reply, I pushed open the door and left, ignoring the sound of his voice behind me.
When I arrived at the office, I noticed the peculiar way my colleagues were looking at me.
Their eyes were filled with vague, unreadable emotions.
Some even huddled together to discuss something as I passed by.
The confusion stayed with me until lunchtime.
Holding my tray of food, I found nowhere to sit and ended up in the stairwell to eat.
I hadn’t expected to overhear a group of employees gossiping after finishing their meals.
“Did you know? Mrs. Adams isn’t the one being loved in her relationship.”
“I heard she forced Mr. Adams into marrying her!”
“No wonder they’re always fighting. That explains everything!”
“Exactly! And apparently, she even hit the dog of the woman Mr. Adams actually loves yesterday!”
“Seriously, it’s just a dog, and she still had the heart to hurt it? No wonder Mr. Adams doesn’t like her. If I were him, I’d pick Flora too.”
11:25 AM
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They went on for a while, laughing and chatting.
As I listened, I ate my meal calmly.
I only felt their baseless rumors were so ridiculous.
The incident with the dog could only have been leaked by my shameless husband or his little girlfriend.
It wasn’t hard to figure out who spread it.
I slowly finished every bite of my food and stood up from my corner.
Step by step, I walked upstairs toward them.
The employees, who had just been gossiping about me, fell silent the moment they saw me.
Some timid ones even turned away in a panic.
When I reached the door, they collectively let out a sigh of relief, thinking the storm had passed.
I turned back and told them, “Just so you know, you got it wrong. I didn’t hit their dog for no reason–it was provoked into attacking and biting me, so I defended myself.
“If you’re going to spread gossip, make sure you get the story right.”
With that, I walked off, leaving them staring at each other in stunned silence.
