While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 A Cup of Humiliation

The cardboard pizza box felt warm in Veyra’s hands.

​She had carried it all the way back from Clara’s shop, brought it up the grand staircase, and knocked on Dorian’s bedroom door. Now, she stood inside his room, watching him step out of the adjoining dressing room.

​He was wearing a dark, relaxed shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his short dark hair still slightly damp.

​She opened her mouth, trying to sound casual. "I brought back some beef pizza from Clara’s shop," she said, holding the box slightly higher. "And I brought a fresh cup of milk tea."

​Dorian looked at her, his expression completely unreadable.

​"I don’t eat late-night snacks," he said flatly.

​"It isn’t just any regular pizza," Veyra pressed, taking a small step forward. "Clara makes the absolute best crust in the city. And this milk tea is actually a special mix."

​He raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice cool. "Special how?"

​"I mixed it myself using a unique sweet and sour compound," she explained, a small, hopeful smile touching her lips. "I named the flavor ’Hawthorn Banquet’."

​Dorian didn’t react, his face remaining completely blank.

​Veyra continued, her voice dropping a little softer. "I even used one of the characters from your name to title it. It was just a small way to thank you... for all the help you’ve given me with the capital."

​Dorian stared at her in total silence.

​The quiet stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Seconds crawled past, and Veyra felt her breath catch in her throat. She had expected him to offer a quiet acknowledgment, a polite nod, or maybe even a faint smile for her effort.

​Instead, his jaw tightened noticeably, his dark eyes hardening into a cold, sharp glare.

​"You’re boring," he said suddenly.

​Veyra blinked, stunned. "What?"

​"You heard me," he repeated, his tone entirely dry. "You are boring."

​A sudden flush of heat rushed to her cheeks, her face burning with humiliation. "I’m just trying to offer a gesture of thanks—"

​"I don’t want your thanks," he cut in coldly.

​She stared at him, a sharp knot tightening in her chest as her fingers began to tremble around the drink cup.

​"Just take the tea, Dorian," she urged, trying to hand it across.

​"No."

​"Please—"

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