Anathea chuckled coldly in her heart. Then, she adjusted her slightly disheveled collar and got out of bed to find the first aid kit to
tend to the cuts on the back of her hand resulting from the shattered pieces.
About 20 minutes later, Gregory stepped out of the bathroom, steam swirling around him. His suit had been replaced by dark
loungewear.
As he dried his hair, his gaze swept toward the bedside. The broken shards and spilled soup had already been cleaned up by the
maids, leaving no trace behind.
Anathea was nowhere to be seen.
Gregory’s expression darkened, but he didn’t bother looking for her. Instead, he strode straight to his study.
“Mr. Sinclair, I placed the documents you left in the car on your desk,” Cyrus reported respectfully.
“Alright,” Gregory responded briefly.
Walking to his desk, he opened the folder. The
ment he saw the divorce papers inside, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He then pulled out the pages and tore them to shreds without hesitation, tossing them into the trash.
He would not divorce Anathea. He would never let her go.
It didn’t matter who begged him or who tried to reason with him. It was useless, especially since Anathea dared to get tangled up
with another man under his roof!
If she was already like this before the divorce, who knew what she would do afterward?
The mere thought of Anathea being with another man after their divorce made Gregory lose all focus. He slammed the folder onto
the desk with a loud thud.
The impact made the glass on the desk tremble, spilling some coffee. The faint scent of slightly burnt coffee beans spread
through the air.
Cyrus heard the commotion and stepped inside. “Mr. Sinclair?”
When he saw the coffee stains on the desk, he immediately moved to clean them up.
However, Gregory had no interest in looking at the documents anymore. “Is dinner ready?”
Cyrus hesitated for a moment before cautiously replying, “Uh… You were a bit rough on Thomas, so I had the driver take him to
the hospital for treatment.”
This was clearly assault. Not to mention, Brisa was the one who hired Thomas. If things weren’t handled properly and she found
out, it wouldn’t be good for Gregory’s reputation.
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Besides, Cyrus had never seen his usually composed and unreadable employer lose his temper like this. Not only did Gregory lash out in anger today, but he even resorted to violence. This was unprecedented!
“But don’t worry. I’ve called the chef from Aetherbrook Hotel. Dinner will be delivered in about half an hour,” Cyrus added.
Gregory gave a slight nod and said nothing more. He didn’t go back to his documents either. Instead, he got up and headed to the
third floor.
By then, Anathea had already finished tending to the cuts on her hand. As she had broken out in a sweat, her fever had subsided
somewhat, making her feel slightly better.
However, she was uncomfortable with the sticky feeling on her skin, so she decided to take a shower.
But as she undressed, she ran into a problem. The button on the back of her shirt got tangled. No matter how she tried, she
couldn’t undo it.
The more anxious she became, the tighter it got. Her arms ached with strain, yet she still couldn’t free herself. She felt frustrated.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Anathea’s face lit up as she quickly muttered, “Jenny? Can you help me undo this button? I can’t get it open.”
A moment later, someone stepped behind her.
A cool fingertip brushed against hers.
“Jenny, since when were your fingers this long?” Anathea asked, surprised.
She had always thought Jenny’s hands were chubby and soft, but now they felt unexpectedly slender. They weren’t just slender; they were defined, with prominent knuckles and a faint layer of calluses on the fingertips–just like a man’s hands.
The thought struck her, and she froze before spinning around.
A strikingly handsome face appeared right in front of her, catching her off guard.
It wasn’t Jenny.
It was Gregory.
