"Justin, this is Chanel No. 5 perfu. Doesn’t it sll great?"
Evelyn Curtis stood up and went around to the back of the wheelchair, pushing aside Jones George.
She bent down, reached out with her slender arms around Justin Battleson’s neck, her head close to his face, her manner flirtatious.
She knew how to seduce n.
Otherwise, with her high school diploma, it wouldn’t be possible for her to beco the hotel manager in just two years.
"It slls horrendous. Don’t wear it next ti," Justin Battleson responded, pulling away her hand with so distaste.
He was reminded of Sophie Allen unexpectedly and the scent she wore.
That scent never repelled him.
Evelyn was stunned by Justin’s coldness.
How could this be possible?
Justin Battleson didn’t fall for her tricks?
"I see, Justin. I thought you liked perfu, so I sprayed it on purpose," Evelyn went to him pleading, trying to look hurt.
Justin Battleson realized his tone was too harsh. He said in a soft voice, "It’s late, you should get so rest."
He didn’t feel much for her, only a sense of responsibility.
"Justin, you’re hurt. Let take care of you",’ Evelyn said, blinking her eyes, her words filled with invitation to stay.
She even ntioned with a trembling voice, "I heard you’re engaged. What will I do in the future..."
Justin’s eyebrows furrowed, he explained in a flat tone, "It was an engagent set by the older generation. I will break it off with her."
"Really?" Evelyn’s eyes shone, her previous worries disappeared instantly.
She pretended to hesitate to maintain her innocent image, "But, wouldn’t that be inappropriate? Your fiancée would be heartbroken. After all, you’re engaged...."
She was already plotting in her heart, even though she was saying otherwise out loud.
Once Justin ended his engagent, she could marry into the Battleson Family and beco the great lady of the house.
Evelyn was excited by this prospect.
"She won’t mind. A sum of money will settle it," Justin Battleson slightly narrowed his eyes, "Jones George will stay to take care of , you go rest."
Evelyn nodded. She turned to Jones George, "Mr. Jones, take care of Justin tonight. His wound can’t get wet."
Since Justin Battleson was wheelchair-bound from his injury, she couldn’t do much to seduce him, she might as well save her energy.
There was always a tomorrow. Besides, Justin had already acknowledged her as the owner of the necklace.
Evelyn returned to her room with a smile on her face.
As he watched her ascend the stairs, Sophie Allen’s beautiful, shy face popped into Justin’s mind.
He turned to Jones George and ordered, "Make a contract for ."
...
As the sky turned from dark to dawn...
Sophie Allen woke up drowsily.
"Thunk, thunk, thunk!" Soone knocked on the door.
"Young master, mistress, it’s ti to get up for morning tea." A middle-aged woman’s voice sounded.
Sophie quickly got out of bed and opened the door.
The woman in front of her was familiar. She was Eva, the old servant from Stardust Garden.
"Mistress, the young master... " Eva peeked inside the room and asked in surprise, "The young master isn’t here?"
"He..." Sophie bit her lip without an idea of how to respond.
Eva patted her shoulder comfortingly, "No worries, there’s always tomorrow. The young master has a hot temper. He might need so ti to accept this marriage. Please bear with him."
"Okay," Sophie nodded.
After freshening up, she was led by Eva to the dining room where an old lady with kind eyes and aristocratic aura was sitting at the head of the table.
"Co, co, co. Yesterday was your wedding night and I didn’t make an appearance, allow to have a look at my granddaughter-in-law," Jasmine Clarkson waved at Sophie, introducing herself with a smile, "I am Justin’s grandmother, Jasmine Clarkson. And you must be Charlotte?"
Justin?
Sophie blinked. That must be Mr. Battleson’s nickna.
"Yes, Mada. Nice to et you." She imdiately walked over and bowed to Jasmine Clarkson.
Jasmine pulled Sophie to sit down and examined her carefully, "You’re such a delight, and I like you. We will count on you to take care of our Justin."
Sophie forced a small smile, rembering Justin’s instruction to appease his grandmother. So, she nodded.
"Charlotte, this is your and Justin’s marriage certificate." At this mont, Jasmine took out two red booklets.
"Marriage certificate?" Sophie was stunned.
"Yes, I had Mr. Garrett get it for you," Jasmine passed the marriage certificate to Sophie with a cheerful smile.
Sophie was about to reach out to accept it when a chilling voice rang out: "Grandmother!"
Sophie turned around. Her wheelchair-bound "pretend husband" was being pushed over by Jones George.
Justin glanced at the marriage certificate on the table and coldly said, "Give the marriage certificate, I will keep it."
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