Chapter 5 Forcefully Intruded Into Her Home
Hearing her utter such audacious words, Drayton found himself in a predicament. He couldn’t let go, yet he couldn’t hold on either. He could only stare at her intensely, speechless.
Seeing her fiancé resort to rough measures against Janelle for her “protection”, Abigail was filled with an unspeakable joy. Even though she had just been splashed with water, she found herself not caring at all.
However, when she noticed Drayton’s hand, at that moment tightly gripping Janelle’s exposed, fair arm, she distinctly felt discomfort.
“Dray, don’t bother with her,” she urged. “She’s nothing but a lunatic, capable of saying or doing anything. Let her go, don’t let her taint your hands!”
“Yeah, Dray,” Rubina interjected, her voice laced with mock concern as she added fuel to the fire. “I know you can’t bear to see our sweet Abby being mistreated, but there’s something you might not know. Mr. Hayward’s eldest daughter has quite the reputation. After spending so much time abroad, she’s picked up every bad habit you can think of—smoking, drinking, drugs, promiscuity—you name it, she’s mastered it. Her poor father is at his wit’s end with her. For the sake of family peace, we’ve all just gritted our teeth and endured her antics.”
It seemed as though Drayton was oblivious to the incessant chatter from the mother and daughter duo beside him. His gaze was firmly fixed on Janelle’s face, his hand continually clutching her slender, snow-white arm…
Janelle grew impatient and was about to pry his hand open by force. But as her gaze landed on his familiar, strong hand, she changed her mind.
Instead, she placed her hand over his, deliberately brushing her fingers against his skin in a slow, teasing stroke. Her eyes met his, brimming with defiance and provocation.
Drayton stiffened, visibly uncomfortable under her bold gesture, especially with so many onlookers. Unable to endure her antics any longer, he let go of her hand in clear disgust.
“Enough. Get out of here now!” Abigail, who had been standing quietly on the sidelines, could no longer keep her composure. Seeing Janelle touch Drayton’s hand pushed her over the edge. She clung to his arm, her tone sharp as she addressed Janelle with barely concealed fury. “If you enjoy seducing men, go find someone else,” Abigail said, her voice trembling with anger. “Don’t disgust me by messing with my fiancé. He’s not someone you can disrespect so casually!”
Janelle let out a cold laugh.
Thinking back to the passionate days and nights she had spent with this man, and contrasting it with the current image of him cradling his doting wife, she couldn’t help but feel the irony.
It seemed, the wealthy really knew how to have fun.
Janelle no longer wanted to contend with the unsavory characters here. She cast a final glance at Drayton, then, without turning her head, strode toward the exit. She held her back straight, doing her best to carry herself not like a defeated stray dog, but a woman of resilience and strength.
She got into her blue Panamera, slamming the car door shut with a loud bang.
After executing the smoothest U-turn, she pressed the accelerator under her foot and swiftly drove away from the mansion.
With one hand on the steering wheel, she drove numbly, her mind incessantly replaying the confrontation at the Hayward residence. Above all, Drayton’s face, which continuously haunted her thoughts…
By the time she reached home, it was already eight in the evening.
She lived alone in an ordinary residential neighborhood. Her home, a commercial flat of over ninety square meters, cost less than five million including the full payment and renovations.
While this place couldn’t compare to the grandeur and spaciousness of the Hayward family’s mansion, it was her true home in this vast city. It was the only place that could provide her with a sense of comfort and safety.
She had a clever and confident German Shepherd that greeted her enthusiastically the moment she stepped into the room.
“After spending some time playing with her loyal companion, she settled onto the couch to chat with her best friend overseas for about ten minutes.
Feeling a bit hungry, she picked up her phone and ordered takeout.”
By the time she had finished her bath and changed into her pajamas, a notification popped up—her food had arrived, left neatly at her doorstep just as she’d requested.
Without giving it much thought, she promptly opened the door, ready to pick up her takeaway.
Unexpectedly, no sooner had the door been cracked open a sliver, than it was forcefully pushed wide from the outside. A man barged in uninvited!
Before Janelle could even utter a word, she was met with his familiar, intimidating aura. Without any warning, she found herself roughly pushed onto the couch.
“D*mn it!” She couldn’t help but swear, meeting Drayton’s sinister gaze. “Why are you following me home again, what do you want now?”
