He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 921

Yardley looked at the pen Veronica handed him, then at Corinne standing beside him.

He thought about his current desperate situation, besieged on all sides, and the undeniable fact that he had already signed the marriage papers with Veronica.

Even knowing how profoundly humiliating this prenuptial agreement was, he eventually reached out, took the pen, and signed his name.

The moment the ink hit the paper, a fleeting, barely noticeable gleam of triumph flashed through Veronica's eyes.

She immediately threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a passionate kiss on his cheek. "Oh, this is wonderful! I knew you'd be willing to compromise for me. From now on, I promise to be a good wife. We'll work together to make both Flynn Group and Thorne Industries stronger than ever."

Yardley's heart was a tangled mess of conflicting emotions. Suppressing the heavy weight in his chest, he merely offered a faint, noncommittal, "Mhm."

That night, he had no choice but to stay in Veronica's bedroom.

It was his first time stepping into her private space, and the sight before him was drastically different from what he had imagined. The room was spacious, but an absolute disaster.

Chairs, the edges of the wardrobe, the corners of the bed—everything was piled high with clutter. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly like a disorganized thrift store.

Yardley frowned, a deep sense of shock and discomfort washing over him. The sight of a pair of torn pantyhose hanging from the door handle triggered a visceral revulsion. The suffocating frustration he had been holding in all day suddenly intensified.

Disgustedly, he pushed aside a pile of clothes on the sofa and couldn't help but ask, "Do you not have a housekeeper to clean up?"

The word *impotent* was a lethal blow to a man's pride.

Yardley's expression instantly froze, a layer of bone-chilling frost coating his eyes. The humiliation, resentment, and emasculation he had bottled up all night ignited a violent fury that pushed him to the edge.

He looked up, glaring darkly at the woman in front of him, his voice like ice. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

Intimidated by his sudden, terrifying aura, her heart skipped a beat. But the mounting jealousy and the bitter frustration of being repeatedly rejected tonight had already stripped away her rationality.

Throwing caution to the wind, she raised her voice in a petulant challenge. "Am I wrong? I've been throwing myself at you all night, and you haven't shown a single ounce of interest or reaction!"