Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 6

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.

much confidence in yourself. Were you given some kind of top ten seamstresses in the

beginner's mistakes.

him and asked, "If I make a name for myself in the

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

if he did make a mistake. Simon lifted Janice's chin. He said slowly, "You'll never

avoiding her question while

me? All you do is insult and

will only inflate your ego. I'm encouraging you by putting you

respond to that. She closed her eyes and grasped at the torn crochet design in her hands. Then, she turned and

had been observing them. She asked, "Simon, has Janice gone

saw Janice walking away

unhappy. "Don't give her the time

no longer dared to test how much Simon liked

Refined Threads Co., Janice went into her office, where she did her crocheting. Then, she calmed

rolled down her face against her will. Her effort went unappreciated and was thrown around like rubbish. The hurt

crocheting, Janice leaned back. Her tears splattered onto the floor instead, audible in the

and Amelia's behavior hadn't caused her too much grief. What hurt her the most was Simon's inability to understand

one could find fault with him. However, with

a name for Refined Threads Co. Her work won first in the Winter Tournament.

you perform on average. More effort needs to be put in." Simon treated her as though he was her boss,

material riches. Their relationship was what

heart rendered her weak. She threw her crochet hooks aside and leaned on the glass window of her office.

to sleep.

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

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

calls, she ignored

stayed in the main office. They were in opposite directions. They wouldn't run into each

dawn broke, Janice massaged

"Ms. Smith?"

office and await Janice's arrival. Seeing Janice there came

"Make a cup

"Alright."

sober up just enough to start the day. In between meetings, she worked on repairing her

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