My Three Darlings by Anonymous

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The study was brightly lit.

A man was sitting at the main desk. Beneath his white sleeve, he wore an exquisite watch that matched his manly demeanor.

Lowering his head while reading his documents, he had defined facial features with a pronounced jawline.

After he flipped through a page, he said, “Retract the funds I distributed to Lawson’s Group tomorrow.”

The butler bowed his head and said respectfully, “Yes.”

After that, the butler hesitated as he tried to take back his words, “Sir, I think… Miss Lawson seems different than the previous two candidates.”

During the day, it was the butler who invited Eliza into the house.

She looked very pure and innocent with her bright eyes. On first impression, she seemed like a likable woman with no ulterior motives in mind.

When Eliza first arrived at the Valentine family, she didn’t talk a lot. The only thing she asked was what Mr. Valentine liked and disliked.

It seemed that she didn’t care about the rumors at all.

Ever since Beau Valentine’s kids spread the rumors about his crazy personality and his disfigured face, it was impossible to find a woman who was bold enough to be Beau’s wife.

The butler didn’t want his master to miss the opportunity to meet a fine woman like Eliza.

However, Beau, who was sitting at the main desk, didn’t seem fazed at all. He said, “She couldn’t even pass that one simple test. She’s just the same as the others.”

The butler was speechless.

To the butler, that wasn’t a simple test at all.

Even a 50-year-old man like him would tremble with fear every time he saw Mr. Valentine’s younger son, Demarion’s hideous costume, let alone a woman in her early twenties!

The butler sighed. If Mr. Valentine continued to act like this, when would he find himself a girlfriend?

The butler was worried for Beau.

Right at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Trembling from head to toe, Eliza pressed on the doorbell.

To tell the truth, she really did run far away from the house just now.

Eliza was afraid of the dark in the first place. When she thought of the monster she saw in the brightly lit room, a chill went down her spine.

However, once she calmed down, she felt guilty about her actions.

a disfigured man with a twisted personality

marriage, she should

for a

the doorbell with a pale complexion,

the guts to face Mr. Valentine

knew that she must overcome her fears because she

for a while,

door was not Mr. Valentine, nor was it the housekeepers or the butler. It was a handsome young boy,

villa around the area. If it wasn’t because of

living room. He pointed

her lips. Although she didn’t know where the little boy

on the sofa. Then, the young

“Thank you.”

the glass of water,

at her and walked to the small cabinet from

“Wow.”

second floor, Demarion, who was the one who scared Eliza just now, widened his eyes in surprise. Looking at the

me to scare her

he shifted his gaze and looked at his elder son, who was searching for the medicine box. He frowned slightly and said,

spreading around about the fire that happened five years ago, a lot of people were aware of Mr. Valentine’s change in appearance and

son, Braint, had a cold and quiet personality. On the other hand,

was usually indifferent to his surroundings, was making sure that a stranger was comfortable in his house. He

“Ouch!”

disinfectant touched the wound on her leg, only then

and looked at the young child tending to her wounds. With the cotton balls in one hand and the disinfectant in the other,

on his pretty eyelashes, which formed small shadows on

a young child like him could be

his actions. Even her voice sounded

are you in

her wound, he put a band-aid on

“Braint Valentine.”

he looked up at

couldn’t suppress the urge to touch

and walked towards the sofa opposite her. Then, he climbed on it

young age. He looked

about that

because this is

husband in the future. That’s

his head and fiddled with his tiny fingers.

did this child know

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