Chapter 57
After their split Flora made a beeline for the Stonnell residence. She furiously rang the doorbell.
The butler, surprised to see her, opened the door “Ms. Flora”
“Is Connor in?”
“He’s in his room upstairs.” The butler hesitated before adding, “Connor just came back from an errand and has been in a foul mood
ever since”
In a foul mood?
Flora raised on eyebrow and ascended the stairs.
At Connor’s door, she encountered Moss and Beck. Their expressions changed upon seeing her.
What was she doing here? This was adding fuel to the fire. Ever since Connor returned, he had locked himself in his room and hadn’t
come out
Their glances made Flora feel puzzled. She thought to herself. “Why are they all looking at me like that?”
“Is Connor inside?” She asked in a hushed tone.
Beck ignored her, but Moss nodded with a tight face.
Remembering what the butler said about Connor being in a bad mood, she lowered her voice even more and asked, “He is in a bad mood today?”
“Pretending to be ignorant? It’s all because of you.” Beck, already on edge, exploded at this remark.
Flora’s frown deepened, and she knocked on the door.
“Go away” A cold voice emanated from inside
Flora couldn’t help but shiver. Connor was indeed angry
She pushed the door open and entered.
The door was unlocked; no one ever dared to enter without Connor’s permission. Ray was one exception. She was another
Beck hurriedly tried to stop her, but Moss grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
“Better to let Ms. Flora in to clear things up than to let Mr. Connor suffer alone.”
“She clear things up? She’s always rubbing salt in the wound. It’s only because Mr. Connor dates on her and can’t bear to part with her.”
Beck still harbored resentment from past incidents.
Moss remained silent, his intuition telling him that Ms. Flora had changed. Only she could soothe Connor’s mood,
The room was dimly lit Upon entering, Flora was hit by a strong smell of tobacco.
Connor had been smoking Clearly, he was in a very bad mood.
Her footsteps were light, but in the silent room, they sounded conspicuously loud.
Connor’s already aching head throbbed even more “Get out.
Who had the audacity to come in without permission?
“Do you really want me to leave?”
Behind him, the pleasant voice of a young woman rose, carrying a light fragrance that assaulted Connor’s senses.
His rigid body began to numb.
He turned and saw Flora approaching him step by step. His eyes reddened instantly.
His swollen eyes made Flora pause. Things seemed serious.
“Connor, you look scary when you’re angry Flora approached him, glancing at the full ashtray beside him, “The room stinks. What’s the matter? Can you talk to me?”
Talk to her…
“Why did you lie to me?”
“Huh?” Flora didn’t catch on immediately, responding in confusion.
Her expression, in Connor’s eyes, seemed like she couldn’t come up with an answer, attempting to continue the deceit.
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The anger he had been suppressing surged. Images of Flora and Rafael being intimate replayed in his mind.
He lost all reason.
He grabbed Flora’s wrist tightly, pulling her down and pushing her onto the couch. His broad body pressed against hers. His breath was frantic and almost mad.
“Flora, do you not want me anymore?”
Connor, who commanded Cedarvale, appeared like a vulnerable boy at that moment, his eyes welling up.
His voice choked. “Now that I’m healed, you want to leave me. Is that it? All the kindness of these days, was it just compensation?