The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 83

I grabbed Frank Graylen's hand and shook my head.

He just smiled, saying nothing.

I tugged at him harder, shaking my head persistently.

"Beg me."

"Please, I'm begging you."

Frank licked his lips. "That's not how you begged me last night."

Outside, Eason Graylen was still urging him.

"Once I've taken care of this, I'll take you to meet my parents."

"Alright."

Though I agreed, I had no idea what exactly needed handling.

Weren't things between Eason and me already over?

"Big Brother, wait for me in the hall."

"Got it."

Eason's footsteps moved away, but the next second, my phone rang.

It was him calling.

He stopped in his tracks, staring intensely at our room, but in the end, he left.

I had forgotten that Eason had a duplicate SIM card.

Later that afternoon, I went back to my shop, only to find Eason standing outside.

He leaned against the entrance, his gaze suggesting he saw me in a new light.

"Impressive. You've even learned to block me."

I brushed past him into the flower shop.

Eason followed me in.

"Unblock me on WeChat, and we'll let this slide."

I looked up at him. "Eason Graylen, our eight years of love ended yesterday."

His eyes darkened, staring at me in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

"When have I ever joked with you?"

His expression grew darker, but then something crossed his mind, and a subtle smirk appeared.

"You usually—"

My smile faded. "Who do you take me for?"

The gentle secretary Lilla? Or the innocent Rania?

I chuckled bitterly and turned to arrange the flowers.

"Without me, no one will dare to touch you."

I instinctively touched my neck.

Oh, really?

"Krystal, you'd better think this through."

"I love them," Lilla said with a bright smile.

She was young.

I remembered when Eason first mentioned her to me.

He had said, "I hired a secretary. She's a woman, but she's older—steady and reliable."

When did I realize something was off?

Maybe it was the night he locked himself in the study. When I went in, he had fallen asleep, but his phone screen was still lit.

He had been on a call with Lilla for seven hours.

She was telling him bedtime stories in a soft, romantic voice.

"People say Ms. Krystal doesn't look thirty, but I think... that's just flattery," Lilla said with an innocent, angelic smile.

Her expressive eyes carried a tenderness that seemed directed at everyone she looked at.

Eason, slightly drunk, leaned against her.

Lilla probably thought she could provoke me with a few words.

But she would be disappointed.

"Well, enjoy yourselves," I said with a smile, nodding as I turned to leave.

Lilla's expression darkened, unwilling to let it go.

"Mr. Graylen had too much to drink today. He'll probably stay at my place tonight, so there's no need for you to wait for him, Ms. Krystal."

The driver at the door chimed in, "Ma'am, your little boyfriend is here to pick you up."