EuropeNovelEven when Simon had gone abroad, there were always women throwing themselves at him.
One flash of his luxury car and plenty of them would "accidentally" get into the wrong ride, all smiles and batting lashes.
He never needed to understand feelings. They were all cheap. In his world, the only thing that mattered was doing whatever made him happy.
Grace smiled faintly to herself. So much for the idea that money made men more romantic. If anything, it made them more cynical.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThese rich men who were raised in silk and gold saw money as just numbers to them. Women were just names in a contact list piling up like moths to a flame, indistinguishable from one another. True affection barely stood a chance.
Grace turned to look out the window, her voice light. "That's because you haven't met the right one yet, Mr. Yule. When you do, you'll find yourself caring about things you never thought mattered. You'll care whether the gift she gives you is something she picked with her heart, not her wallet.
"The more expensive it is, the more it'll feel hollow. The cheaper, the more genuine. And all the more it'll hurt if she doesn't put any thought into it." In the seat beside her, Ethan's eyelashes fluttered slightly. He turned his head to glance at her, then casually looked away.
Simon leaned his head against the window, frowning deeply as if genuinely trying to process her words.
Ten seconds later, he chuckled. "That's too complicated. I still prefer expensive, high-quality gifts." Right then, his phone buzzed. He had plans to meet his casual hook-up tonight, but lately, she had been ignoring him.
Over the past few months, they had slept together more than ten times. Each twas great. What made it even better was that she never clung to him afterward. She would just text him a room number and nothing else.
This arrangement suited Simon perfectly. He didn't want messy attachments. He wanted the Yule family to see him sleeping around to pressure them into annulling the marriage he despised.
But tonight, when he checked the message, the woman had simply texted him, "I'm busy. I can't make it." It had been over two weeks since they had last slept together. Did she really not miss him at all? Simon stared at the screen for a while, then typed out a rare question. "Busy with what?" But there was no reply.
Ten minutes later, there was still no reply. He felt like his message had been thrown into a black hole. Frustration clawed at him. He thought he was heartless enough. Yet somehow, he had met someone even colder. His mood soured visibly.
Remembering that Grace was still in the car, he sneered, "Women are nothing but trouble. Especially that lady back home. I don't even know what she looks like." Grace wisely didn't respond. She had no interest in poking that particular bear.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe car pulled up outside Velvet Eclipse. The three of them made their way into an exclusive backroom.
Grace had just taken a seat when Simon tossed a thick contract at her. His voice was sharp as he said, "Sign it. Then get the hell out. I don't want to see you tonight." She picked up the contract and flipped through it. To her surprise, it was a good deal. If she signed this, Lambert Group would secure at least a hundred million dollars in revenue.
She couldn't help glancing at Ethan, who hadn't said much all night. He Ne seemed off distant, almost cold. "Thank you, Mr. Henderson," she said quietly.
Ethan didn't look at her. His gaze stayed fixed on his own wrist, his thoughts unreadable.
Grace signed the papers, rose from od
her chair, and nodded to Ethan politely. Without lingering, she left. She moved so fast it was almost like she couldn't get away fast enough.
Simon tossed the signed contract onto the coffee table with a smirk "I still don't on't get why you're helping her," he said to Ethan, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't tellt's because of Yancey."
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