I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 2

During the countless nights when his old injuries flared up and his head pounded in agony, she was the one who stayed awake, administering treatments, brewing remedies, and massaging his tension points over and over.

But now, everyone treated Seraphina as his savior.

And Parrish remained completely silent.

He didn't explain their relationship, nor did he correct their assumptions.

The last shred of hope in Bonnie's heart shattered entirely.

At that moment, another server hurried over with a fresh bowl of detox tonic.

The manager, sweating profusely, snatched the tray and shoved it into Bonnie's hands.

"What are you standing there for? Serve it to Mr. York and apologize immediately!"

Bonnie didn't move.

Seraphina stepped forward with a sweet smile. "I'll take it."

The next second, her elbow seemingly accidentally bumped the edge of the tray.

The bowl tipped over, and the dark brown tonic spilled directly onto her pristine white gown.

"Ah!"

Seraphina shrieked, stumbling backward.

A massive, ugly stain instantly spread across the white fabric.

Her eyes reddened, looking as though she were on the verge of tears.

"My dress..."

Bonnie stood perfectly still, holding the half-empty tray, watching her performance with cold detachment.

But the surrounding crowd immediately rained harsh reprimands down on her.

"What is wrong with you? You did that on purpose!"

"You actually have the nerve to throw a drink on Ms. Miller? Are you out of your mind?!"

The manager looked utterly terrified. He grabbed Bonnie by the shoulder, trying to force her down.

"Mr. York, Ms. Miller, I am so incredibly sorry! She's new and clumsy. I'll make her apologize right now!"

Seraphina dabbed at the corner of her eye and sneered. "Apologize? Parrish had this dress custom-made for me. It costs eighty thousand dollars. Can she even afford to pay for it?"

Eighty thousand.

Bonnie worked three jobs a day, barely managing to save a thousand dollars a month.

The manager pinched her hard, hissing a threat into her ear. "Grovel and apologize right now! Do you want to ruin all of us?"

Bonnie still didn't move.

She stared straight at Parrish with bloodshot eyes.

She refused to believe that the man she had lived with day in and day out for five years would just stand there and watch her be humiliated like this.

Parrish looked down at her.

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were as dead and cold as an empty well, devoid of a single ripple of emotion.

The smugness on Seraphina's face froze for a second before twisting into a mockingly cruel smile.

"Still so stubborn even now. I guess some people just never know their place."

Parrish looked at Bonnie's defiant stance, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.

Seraphina reached out and wrapped her arms around his, pouting. "Parrish, I don't want to look at her anymore. She deliberately spilled it on me and now she's trying to play the victim."

After a brief silence, Parrish looked away. "Security, escort her out."

Two security guards immediately marched over and roughly grabbed Bonnie by the arms.

Bonnie didn't struggle, nor did she beg for mercy. She kept her spine perfectly straight, letting them drag her toward the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she looked back one last time.

Under the dazzling crystal chandelier, Parrish's profile was cold and distant, while Seraphina leaned intimately against him.

They looked like they truly belonged in the same world.

The elevator doors shut tight.

Leaning against the cold metal wall, Bonnie suddenly let out a soft, hollow laugh.

But in the very next second, the tears she had been fighting back came crashing down.

Her Parrish was dead.

He died the day he regained his memories and returned to being the York heir.