Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 149

I tried hard to gather tears in my eyes. Though I didn't want to admit it, I was clearly mimicking Elsa right now. After all, in the eyes of a man like Jeremiah, only fragility would stir his desire to protect.

"If you're the one behind all this, then it'd prove you truly care about me. I definitely don't want a divorce. Building a business isn't my goal. I just don't want to be ignored by you anymore."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Jeremiah quickly walked over and wiped away my tears.

I turned away from his hand. "If you didn't do any of this, then I can be sure there's no place for me in your heart anymore."

With that, I turned to leave.

Jeremiah immediately grabbed my wrist, a smile spreading across his face. "No, that's not it! How could I not care about you? It's been so long since I've seen you cry. When you do, I feel like I'm the villain."

His face twisted into a sleazy grin, making my stomach churn.

I scoffed inwardly. Sure enough, Jeremiah would fall for this act every time.

He never loved me, nor Elsa. He only truly loved himself and his inflated sense of male superiority. Any woman with a bit of beauty would immediately trigger his sentimental and protective nature the moment she showed her fragility.

I jerked my wrist out of his grasp, lowering my head intentionally to avoid looking at him. "I just want to know if you really care about me."

I expected to be at an impasse with Jeremiah for a while, but just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Before Jeremiah could even respond, a young woman suddenly pushed the door open, her face full of panic.

"Mr. Cornell! It's bad! Ms. Elsa has fainted!"

She noticed me in the room only after speaking, and her face was drained of color.