Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

Chapter 157 Nancy In Danger (1)

“They gave them to you, so they’re yours,” Nicholas insisted as he tried to hand over the jewelry box to Nancy.

She stood her ground and refused to accept the jewelry. “These things don’t belong to me, so I won’t take them,” she asserted. Given their divorced status, she felt she had no right to keep these items. She also remarked, “If your visit was solely for this purpose, then perhaps it’s best that you leave.”

Nicholas clenched his fists in disbelief and uttered with fiery intensity, “Are you telling me to leave?”

In response, Nancy sighed and suddenly burst into laughter, a bitter smile on her face. “I must be a glutton for punishment.”.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have forced you since these things weren’t yours. Many women would gladly accept gifts from me, and there are plenty who want to be part of the Sallow Family. Why should I insist on you?” He concluded, “Very well. I’ll give these to them.”

The first person to cross Nancy’s mind was Madelline, and her face instantly drained of color. She had to hold onto a nearby couch to prevent herself from collapsing. After a moment, she regained her composure and addressed Nicholas, “You’re right, Mr. Sallow. You have many admirers and women eager to be with you. I’m a nobody; there’s no reason to mention me. Besides, you still have your lover in your heart. You actually wanted to divorce me back then, didn’t you? The only reason you dragged it out was your struggle to get over the hurdles in your heart for fear that you would disappoint Grandpa’s. wishes. Well, isn’t this great news that you can go and propose to Madelline? You finally can be together.”

He tightened his fists, and his eyes burned with anger. He ground his teeth and asked, “What are you trying to say?”

Nancy responded, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Given that they were divorced, both were free to chart their courses in life. She understood that she had no right to interfere in his choices.

turning cold. “All right then. Very well,

I say this is what I-”

her words were abruptly cut short. The door slammed shut as Nicholas swiftly exited, disappearing from her sight like a fleeting gust of wind. He left, and his departure was

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her heart was filled with bitterness. She walked aimlessly,

an unexpected release of pent-up tension, a lightening of her entire being. It was as if a magnetic force drew

and music were deafening, and the place was crowded. This was. unusual for her, as she typically found such noisy environments unbearable. She wouldn’t have entered on

and inquired about her drink preference. Cautious about her safety, she refrained from ordering

received was not only delicious but also artistically presented, accentuated by the subtle lighting in the bar. She sipped it and finished her first drink rather quickly. Without much thought, she ordered another. However, as she reached her third drink, she began to feel that something was amiss. Her head grew heavy, and dizziness

the cup, her steps swaying as she made her way to the bar and placed it on the counter. With a slight frown, she inquired, “Boss, did you serve

me?”

its taste was deceptively similar, but

retrieved her cup and returned to her seat, where her dizziness seemed to intensify. Waves of lightheadedness washed over her

reached for her phone, considering talking to someone. However, she ruled out her friend Linda, who was busy filming, and didn’t want to burden her further. Additionally, Linda was in a different city, so a conversation wouldn’t be of

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and the other was deep into a demanding internship, working long hours every day. She felt