Chapter 6 Simon was surprised that Janice had the guts to take that tone with him. He pulled her to the living room on the second floor.

"Let me go!"

Janice shook his hand off. The tears in her eyes dripped onto her shirt.

"What kind of attitude are you taking with me?"

Simon's misogyny took over him. "Don't you know that I've been helping you throughout today?"

He grabbed her wrist and ignored her struggles. Whether his grip hurt her or not was also not part of his

concerns.

Janice suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, she asked hoarsely, "Were you helping me?"

What had he done for her? Was it when he made a mess so she had to come home to endless chores? Or was it when Simon said he wanted home-cooked food and forced her to cook and bring him food?

"Haven't I paid for half of your house? If I hadn't given the go-ahead, would you hold 25% of Refined Threads Co.'s shares? Countless investors are looking to invest here, but I turned them all down. Janice, how could you be so ungrateful?"

He was shameless. Janice's wrist throbbed. "Simon, let me go."

"What can you do if I don't?" Simon's eyes were rimmed red as he continued, "Janice, you better be careful with that attitude of yours around me. I don't care how you treat Mom or Sarah, but you have to remember where you stand with me.

"Throw out all that rubbish of yours. Keep your emotions in line. Don't let them affect your work."

He flung Janice's hand away like she was a rag doll.

Rubbish... Janice was enraged by his high-and-mighty attitude. She spat, "This 'rubbish' kept Refined Textiles Co. running. Simon, how dare you look down on them?"

Simon paused. "What did you say?"

Janice realized what she had said. She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Simon mocked, "Janice, you've dreamed so much your brain has rotted. Your crochet designs are not bad, I'll admit that.

too much confidence in yourself. Were you given

daydream, you should use it to practice your crocheting skills. You're making such beginner's mistakes. In which universe do you think you'll ever

up at him and asked, "If I make a name for myself in the future, will you apologize for

was probably on the last page. Even if he did apologize, it

a mistake. Simon lifted Janice's chin. He said slowly, "You'll never make a name for yourself. All the talented seamstresses have already won awards for their work by the time they

question while

felt like her heart had shattered into a million pieces. "Why do you never encourage me? All you do is insult and put me down. If you think I'm so horrible, why

inflate your ego. I'm

had no desire to respond to that. She closed her eyes and grasped at the torn

observing them. She

Janice walking away

give her the time of day. She'll

to test how much Simon liked her. She needed to

her office, where she did her crocheting. Then, she calmed herself and began putting her work

unappreciated and was thrown around like rubbish. The hurt was magnified

onto her crocheting, Janice leaned back. Her tears splattered onto the

behavior hadn't caused her too much grief. What hurt

past years, he treated everyone courteously. No one could find fault with him. However, with her, he never had anything

when she took one of her better pieces of crocheting to a competition to make a name for Refined Threads Co. Her work won first in the Winter Tournament. She'd thought Simon would be

he said, "Don't be too proud. This is just a rare occasion where you exceeded your usual standards. I know how you perform on average. More effort needs to be put in." Simon treated her as though he was her boss, as if

about material riches. Their relationship

crochet hooks aside and leaned on the glass window

to sleep. It had been an exhausting

was roused from her slumber by her phone ringing. It was Simon. He had called

together. Their collaboration with Prosper Stitch Group could not be delayed. Janice didn't have enough time to do a new piece of

calls, she

were in opposite directions. They wouldn't run into each

broke, Janice massaged

"Ms. Smith?"

office and await Janice's arrival.

got up and said, "Make a cup of coffee for me,

"Alright."

up just enough to start the day. In

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