Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

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A layer of frost rapidly settled over Wilson, and his eyes turned sinister. "Useless," he remarked. Xavier actually went whining to Yvette, needing her to stand up for him. What a disgraceful man! Yvette pressed her red lips tightly together. "Don't you dare speak of Xavier like that!" Xavier was her friend through life and death. She wouldn't tolerate anyone insulting him. "Yvie, you're defending him?"

Wilson felt like he was on the verge of being consumed by jealousy. Yvette was always cold and had never defended anyone this fiercely.

But her indifference did not seem to apply to Xavier. She did not allow a single bad word about him to be uttered.

There were too many things between them that Wilson didn't know of. They were so familiar, so in sync, and all of it made him burn with jealousy.

The words Xavier had taunted him with echoed in his mind once again. He'd said, "You're only Yvie's nominal fiancé. That doesn't mean you'll actually marry her."

The unease in Wilson's heart deepened. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were dark and terrifying.

Yvette furrowed her brows at him and said, "This was your fault to begin with. Releasing the shipment is the right thing to do. Stop being unreasonable!"

"I'm not releasing it!" The jealousy surging inside Wilson intensified, his eyes now bloodshot. He

out his refusal

he was also going to destroy it,

expression turned cold, her previously restrained anger flaring up. She didn't want to

she turned and walked away

her retreating figure, Wilson felt a sudden emptiness

panic. He instinctively chased after

"Yvie..." he called.

without stopping. With quick strides, she reached her

it. Without looking back even once, she revved and

her face filled

from the staff that you and Yvie got into a fight. What on

He didn't respond to Martha's

silence.

that they truly had gotten into a fight. Furious, she smacked

about it, I couldn't believe my ears. Where did you get the nerve to argue with her?" Wilson let Martha hit him several more times, but she still wasn't satisfied. If her cane had been nearby, she would have used it to

me lose such a sweet, well-mannered,