Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 395

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Just as she was about to open her mouth, Hugh beat her to it. “I know you’re picky about where you sleep. I’ll take a quick shower, change, and we’ll head back.”

Bethan mumbled under her breath, “This cold-hearted guy is actually showing some kindness. What a surprise.”

The pair walked side by side toward the helicopter.

Not too far off, Jacob stood there, looking like a deer in the headlights.

Hugh had been burning the midnight oil to set up this proposal, and it had gone down the drain?

The executive president of the Cavill Group, the heir to New York’s top family, had been turned down?

It was almost too unbelievable to believe.

*****

Early the next morning, the helicopter landed safely at the Cavill family’s private airstrip.

The rotors gradually slowed, and as the door slid open, Hugh and Bethan emerged into the crisp morning air.

There, a lively b EVONY clutching a party popper. With whoops and whistles, they swarmed around the new arrivals.

Mason, noticing Hugh’s fresh change of clothes, gave him a knowing wink and a nudge.

“Congrats!” the group chorused in unison.

At once, the party poppers were set off, sending a shower of glittering confetti swirling above Bethan and Hugh like a flurry of colorful snowflakes.

Bethan and Hugh exchanged a fleeting glance.

Then, she quickly averted her eyes, shot Mason a withering look, mumbled a quick hello to the crowd, and made a hasty exit.

“Maybe the Olsen family’s trying to play tough. Their family’s in debt, and they’re probably looking to get a better deal out of the Cavills before the wedding.”

“Makes sense. Without Mr. Cavill, Bethan would be nothing. It’s not surprising she’d try to squeeze out some extra money.”

“Mr. Cavill could have any of the high-society girls in New York. Why on earth did he choose a bankrupt heiress?”

“Tell me about it. Not only is her family bankrupt, but she’s also a real drama queen and super stuck-up. She’s not even fit to hold a candle to Mr. Cavill.”

“She’s just got a pretty face and a nice body. You know how it is with those gold-diggers who try to marry into money.

The whispered gossip continued, with a few of the younger girls practically beaming with undisguised glee.

Hugh stood there, his expression stony, his eyes fixed on the group.

When the chatter finally died down, he spoke in a firm, measured tone, “Bethan is going to be my wife. You’re standing right in front of me, badmouthing her. Do you think I’m gonna just let that go?”