Chapter 270 Twenty Times, We're Even
Juniper gave a helpless smile and said, "I'd love to make a scene with you too. If it were seven years ago, and I hadn't lied and got you locked up for three years, I'd be all over the internet demanding you clear things up with Mary and announce our relationship. But I don't have that right anymore. Making a fuss won't help SY, you, or me."
Now, everyone thought they had broken up and were celebrating.
The whole internet was rooting for Magnus and Mary to get back together.
No matter how rational Juniper tried to be, she couldn't help but feel hurt.
Magnus was her boyfriend, and they had just patched things up. But now, she had to play the bad guy, the one standing in the way of him and Mary, though she knew they were never involved, the public was oblivious.
Magnus didn't clear things up right away, so she quietly stepped aside, not wanting to be a burden.
Online, people were really harsh on Juniper.
Even though Magnus had people trying to block posts about her, the topic was generating a lot of buzz, and the chatter wouldn't die down.
Even Ophelia couldn't take it and sent a voice message, "What's Magnus doing? Is he just letting people think he's got something going on with Mary?"
Juniper calmly replied, "I'll head back to Southern City after Sinclair's wedding this weekend."
"What do you mean? Is he the one who wants to break up?" Ophelia asked.
Juniper didn't answer.
Ophelia probably got it and said angrily, "You've always been there for him. The netizens say you broke up, and he just goes along with it? I thought he was a good guy, but now he's ditching you because of some bad press?"
Juniper smiled sadly. "Think about the scandal! Being with me could tank SY's stock. That's a lot of bad press. I even became the only stain in his life. Ophelia, I can't keep holding on to him."
That deep sense of unworthiness spread in her heart, almost swallowing her whole.
She wasn't sure if she would become twisted if this continued.
The ridiculous thing was, she now felt a bit jealous of Mary.
At least the public approved of him being with Mary, but being with her only brought scorn.
If she insisted any longer, she would only feel worse about herself. In a relationship where the status of both parties was unequal, whether it was sooner or later, breaking up was inevitable.
Everyone was just human.
Juniper couldn't escape being human either; she wanted the other person to be biased and openly affectionate. If not, then she didn't want it.
On Facebook, Magnus and Mary's name were linked closely. The entire internet was discussing this couple who had gotten back together, while Juniper became the malicious outsider.
Ophelia was furious, holding her phone and cursing passionately. "Magnus better not come crawling back. If he dares to ask to reconcile, make him kneel for three days and nights! He didn't clarify because hyping his relationship with Mary is beneficial for SY. So he just cuts ties with you? Does he really want to marry Mary?"
After sending the message, Juniper didn't reply.
But Robert, who had just come out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, heard her cursing clearly.
He wiped his still-dripping short hair with a dry towel, sat on the bed, and frowned, speaking up for his friend, "How could Magnus possibly marry Mary? Mary isn't even his type."
Ophelia sneered, "Everyone online is talking about it. He and Mary are practically a couple now. Even our coworkers are gossiping about when they'll tie the knot! If he really doesn't have any intentions, why doesn't he just clear things up?"
Robert, trying to be logical, said, "Right now, riding this wave of popularity can help SY's stock price bounce back. Maybe wait a bit before setting the record straight. No profit, no business. As long as Juniper knows the truth, isn't that enough?"
Ophelia laughed bitterly. "You men are all the same, never make the first move, never say no, never take responsibility, jerks!"
She was cursing Magnus, but it felt like she was also taking a jab at someone else.
Hearing this, Robert paused his towel-drying, frowned deeper, and turned to look at her. "Mrs. Brown, you seem to like lumping things together."
Ophelia raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly. "Aren't you a man? Or are you my sister?"
It sounded so cold and impersonal—certainly not a term for complimenting a handsome guy or showing any interest.
In Robert's eyes, it was a derogatory term.
He tossed the towel aside, leaned in, and coldly laughed. "Did you forget that besides being a man, I'm also the other half of your spouse column?"
Ophelia blinked innocently. "Anyway, soon you won't be. You promised to divorce."
Robert's eyes narrowed. "I did agree to the divorce, but there are conditions."
"What conditions?" Ophelia asked.
He said calmly and objectively, "We've been married for two years, and you have hardly fulfilled your duties as Mrs. Brown. I don't have many demands, but the most basic duties of a wife, you should repay."
Ophelia was puzzled. "What duties?"
Respecting the husband's parents? She had always been obedient to his parents.
Robert leaned in, his dangerous aura approaching, staring at her. "In two years of marriage, we haven't had a single intimate relationship. Even if it were once a month, that would be twenty-four times in two years. I'll round it off for you, twenty times, and we're even."
Ophelia's face turned red with anger. "Why?"
"Because you've spent so much of my money. The food, clothes, and bags you have, which one wasn't bought with my card? You haven't fulfilled your duties as a wife for these two years. It's not unreasonable to ask you to repay, right?" His tone carried a hint of mockery, and his proud demeanor was hard to hide.
His expression seemed to say, "I'm being generous by not asking you to repay millions in cash, so you should be grateful!"
Indeed, she had spent a lot of his money over the past two years.
His request was reasonable.
Ophelia clenched her fists and forced a smile. "Fine, twenty times. You better keep your word, Mr. Brown. You're a well-known figure in the industry. Don't forget what I do for a living. If you dare to deceive me, I'll expose..."
She pointed at him.
Before she could finish her angry words, Robert had already grabbed her hand and pressed his handsome face down, kissing her forcefully.
He warned her word by word, "Ophelia, don't point your finger at me again, or you'll regret it."
He hated being pointed at.
After all, he was a golden boy, always in the spotlight. Who dared to point at him?
Ophelia dared.
But Robert was never one to be trifled with. If she offended him, he would get back at her.
She had used his secondary card for high expenses so many times in two years.
Twenty times, Ophelia thought to herself, was quite worth it.
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