Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

A million questions bubbled up in Anathea’s mind, but she resisted the urge to ask them and shook her head. “Nothing”

Gregory stared at her for a few seconds. When he found nothing amiss in her expression, he took her word for it and sat on the couch. He crossed his legs casually and said, “Cut to the chase,”

He spoke to her so indifferently that she might as well be a stranger. His treatment of her now was worlds apart from last night when he’d pinned her against the door and degraded her.

For a moment, Anathea couldn’t tell which was the real Gregory, not that it mattered now. She had come here for a purpose.

“Mr. Sinclair,” Anathea began.

However, Gregory snorted as soon as the words left her mouth. “Ol), are you addressing me as ‘Mr. Sinclair‘ now? You had no trouble calling me by my first name last night.”

Stumped as Anathea was by his sarcasm, she maintained a placid expression and said courteously, “I came here to apologize for overstepping last night. I should have known my place.”

“And?” Gregory countered, slowly raising the teacup to his lips and taking a sip.

Anathea clenched then unclenched her fingers. “Do you think you could find it in your heart to spare the Jacobson family and Eden Studio?”

Gregory was an apex predator who stood at the top of Castenia’s social pyramid, and she was no match for him. As such, she tried to appear as submissive as possible, playing up her vulnerable side to appeal to his ego and, hopefully, persuade him to go easy on her family and the studio.

Unfortunately, Gregory didn’t buy her act at all.

“Did you forget what you did to me last night, Anathea? Do you honestly believe I’d overlook your insolence just because you’ve recalled

your manners?” A scorful laugh escaped him as he pointed at his lower lip. Anathea’s bite last night had left a mark, if

the scab was any indication.

Anathea regretted being so impulsive. She hesitated for a heartbeat before asking, “What can I do to make it up to you then?”

“What do you think?” Gregory leveled a knowing look at her, a humorless smirk tugging on his lips. “Do I need to spell it out for

you?

It seemed he didn’t intend to let her off easy.

Anathea lowered her gaze, her fingers clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She knew what he was after, but she hated having to stoop so low and give him what he wanted when they were going to be divorced soon. Besides, he didn’t even love her. He only wanted to take his anger out on her physically.

She chewed her lower lip. She prided herself on having boundarie but Gregory had his ways of destroying them.

Anathea’s fingers uncurled as she looked up and met Gregory’s undelding, demanding stare.

She drew a deep breath and slowly closed the distance between then, her hand reaching for her shirt buttons. However, Just as she undid the first button, she realized the office walls were glass and that she could see the employees meandering outside.

She paused, and her fingers trembled.

Otegy leaned imo the couch, his slender fingers drumming aga at the armrest to an unsteady rhythm as he eyed her lastly He drawled, “Why’d you stup?”

Anathea pinched the button and said self–consciously, “Can we

With so many people walldog down the corridor outside, No Dou to please Ciergory:

the blinda?“.

lofinental preparation could make her abandon her dignity

Chaptor 39

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