Chapter 172 Was He Trying to Cheer Her Up?
Michael frowned deeply, looking at Sinclair in confusion, "Not getting married just because of a photo? Really? Sinclair, you've always been sensible before. Why suddenly act as mischievous as Patricia tonight?"
Sinclair found it amusing, "We're getting married in half a month. I just asked you to burn a photo, and you think it's mischievous?"
"No need," saying those two words, Michael turned and briskly left the bedroom.
As the door opened, he coincidentally bumped into Patricia.
The argument they had just now was quite loud, and Patricia passing by overheard it.
She glanced at Sinclair standing in the bedroom and sneered, "Who gives you the right to tell my brother to burn a photo? Look at yourself.What makes you think you are a good match for my brother?"
Michael was barely containing his temper, which was on the verge of exploding. Patricia's continuous provocation only made him more irritated.
Michael scolded, "Shut up! It's not your turn to speak here!"
Startled, Patricia shrank back.
Her brother had never shown such a temper towards her before!
Patricia bit her lip, feeling a bit wronged but also scared, so she dared not speak.
Recently, Michael had cut off her credit cards.
Michael walked away from the villa in large strides.
As he went further, Patricia's arrogance resurfaced.
She crossed her arms, looking down at Sinclair with a condescending attitude, "Sinclair, I advise you not to daydream. You better leave my brother soon. He won't love you, and you won't get anything from him. His company and assets are all going to be mine in the future. Don't even think about it!"
Sinclair sarcastically remarked, "Even if I don't marry your brother, he will eventually get married. He will have his own children, and his assets will go to them. Who's daydreaming now?"
Mentioning children, Patricia's gaze turned cold as she stared at Sinclair's belly and asked, "Are you pregnant? Are you also trying to have a child like Juniper to secure your position?"
"None of your business."
Sinclair couldn't be bothered to deal with her and slammed the door shut.
Patricia was left outside the door.
Sinclair sat in the bedroom, calming herself down.
A message popped up on her phone.
It was from the bridal shop: [Ms. Cross, the wedding dress you and Mr. Johnson ordered last time has arrived. When would you like to come and try it on?]
Trying on a wedding dress... Was it still necessary?
Three months ago, when Michael said he wanted to marry her, she felt like the happiest woman in the world.
However, this happiness didn't last long, not until Juniper returned.
Sinclair finally understood why Michael wanted to marry her.
It only took a brief moment to fall from the sky to the mud.
All of Michael's tenderness and affection towards her were fake.
Because Juniper was allergic to alcohol, Michael never let Sinclair drink. She used to naively think that Michael was just being a gentleman; forher health's sake, he never let her drink.
She rationally knew it was time to stop.
Her eyes filled with tears. She opened the top message thread.
She edited a message: [Michael, let's break up.]
After writing and deleting several times, Sinclair finally mustered the courage and hit send.
Once the message was sent, it couldn't be withdrew after two minutes.
She used to be cautious. Though doubting, she never dare to ask or think deeply about his feelings for her.
Now, Sinclair was so straightforward about breaking up. Even though it seemed like she initiated the breakup, she knew Michael didn't want to marry her.
Therefore, he would most likely agree to the breakup.
Sinclair stood up, feeling a moment of dizziness. She ate very little due to her recent emotional turmoil and morning sickness. She probably had low blood sugar.
She ate a piece of candy and then opened her suitcase.
After breaking up with Michael, she couldn't continue living in his house.
The bedroom had been redecorated before, in a style chosen by Sinclair, from appliances to curtains. She carefully selected everything.
However, she had her own dignity, and staying here would only invite disdain.
After packing her things, Sinclair pulled her suitcase out of the bedroom.
Patricia was in the living room on the first floor, seeing her leaving in such a manner, sitting on the sofa and smiling, "Do you think my brother will compromise if you run away from home?"
Sinclair couldn't be bothered to explain to her that she had already broken up with Michael, so she wouldn't try to please his sister.
"You can think whatever you want."
Patricia sneered, "I suggest you leave behind one or two important things, like your documents, so you can use the excuse to come back and get them. Otherwise, my brother probably won't bother looking for you, and you'll have to come back on your own, which would be embarrassing."
Sinclair retorted, "I'm not as shameless as Miss Johnson, relying on your brother to feel entitled. At least I can live without Michael after we break up. Can you? As a parasite, leaving the environment you depends on, can you survive?"
"Who are you calling a parasite?"
"I'm calling you a parasite."
Patricia angrily ripped off the face mask from her face, stood up, and shouted angrily, "You're also working in my brother's company! You're so high-hearted. If you're not a parasite, why don't you resign immediately?!"
"I resigned a month ago. You can rest assured that you don't want to see me, and similarly, I don't want to see you either!"
"You!"
Sinclair dragged his suitcase and left Maple Villa.
Patricia angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it towards Sinclair, but it missed. Sinclair was already far away.
"Who do you think you are! If my brother ever pays attention to you, my name will be written backward!"
In S City, on an island.
As the typhoon passed, there was a loud banging sound outside the window.
The island had few residents, and the night was quiet. The noise of the passing typhoon seemed even louder.
The strong wind lifted the seawater, and the waves violently crashed ashore, each one more intense than the last.
Magnus felt the person in his arms suddenly shudder.
Juniper used to love the sea and had always hoped he could take her to see it.
However, Juniper committed suicide in the sea, leading to her fear of deep water.
How could someone who had drowned in water love the sea?
Magnus held Juniper tightly from behind, his warm chest against her trembling and cold back, "If you're scared, you can hold onto me."
The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.
In the sound of crashing waves, Juniper suddenly turned over and burrowed into Magnus's arms, holding onto his neck tightly.
Juniper was shivering violently.
Magnus reached out and held her even tighter, their bodies fitting together seamlessly.
When Juniper instinctively looked up at him, Magnus happened to lower his head to look at her.
In the dim light, their eyes met.
One panicked, the other profound.
Magnus grasped the back of Juniper's head and pulled her into his arms.
Juniper's forehead happened to rest on his prominent Adam's apple, and she felt it slightly vibrating.
He asked, "Do you want to hear a cold joke?"
Was Magnus trying to cheer her up?
Seven years ago, when they were in a relationship, whenever Juniper was upset, she would pester Magnus to tell her cold jokes.
Those jokes, when spoken by someone who was naturally humorous, weren't particularly funny.
However,the humor lay in the fact that the person telling the cold joke was usually reserved and serious, creating a stark contrast.
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