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.

you given some kind

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

make a name for

'apology' was probably on the last page. Even if

Janice's chin. He said slowly, "You'll never make a name for

was avoiding her question while sneaking in

All you do is insult and put me down. If you think I'm so horrible, why don't

so childish? Praise will only inflate

desire to respond to that. She closed her eyes and grasped at the torn

them. She

away with her

unhappy. "Don't give her the time of day. She'll be back.

no longer dared to test how much Simon liked

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

and was thrown around like rubbish.

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

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

No one could find fault with

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.

your usual standards. I know how you

cared about material riches. Their relationship was what mattered to

crochet hooks aside and leaned on the glass window of her office. Tears

to sleep. It had been an

her phone

with Prosper Stitch Group could not be delayed. Janice didn't have enough time to do a new piece of work. She could only do her best to repair her

Simon's calls,

in the main office. They were

broke, Janice massaged her sore

"Ms. Smith?"

secretary, Sunny, had come to tidy up the office and

a cup of coffee for me,

"Alright."

the day. In

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