The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 832

The bag.

It was that bag again.

The moment my eyes landed on that limited-edition exotic leather Hermes bag, the emotions I had forcefully shoved down surged back up uncontrollably.

"Don't bother. I'm not eating." I couldn't even stand to look at the bag for another second.

Seeing it reminded me of exactly how Lucille had manipulated and exploited every ounce of my value.

It was too agonizing.

I didn't want to see the bag, and I didn't want to see Lucille.

But Lucille leaned in closer. "That won't do, Selena. You have to eat. Even if you don't want to, you can't starve the baby!"

She started peeling an egg as she spoke, bringing it right up to my mouth. "Selena, be a good girl and take a bite. Just one bite."

"I told you I'm not eating!" Unable to hold back any longer, I slapped the egg out of Lucille's hand.

The egg split in half, the golden yolk crumbling as it scattered across the plush carpet.

Both Lucille and I froze.

I realized my reaction was too extreme. I hadn't controlled my emotions and had humiliated Lucille, especially with Amber standing right there.

Amber reacted quickly. "Oh, what a shame. These are farm-fresh eggs! But Lucille, Selena never really liked boiled eggs. If I had known, I would have eaten it myself. What a waste dropping it on the floor."

She bent down to pick it up, but the yolk was too crumbly. The more she tried to pick it up, the more it broke apart, making it impossible to gather.

"It's my fault. I forgot Selena doesn't like boiled eggs. The egg isn't a big deal, but the carpet is ruined. This is a very expensive carpet, what a shame to dirty it," Lucille said, experiencing only a brief moment of awkwardness before bending down to help Amber clean up.