Bride of Mr. Billion - Chapter 681

Chapter 682:

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I really hated having so many people talking in my ear early in the morning. All I wanted was some pajamas. It felt like he brought a whole basket of bananas when all I asked for was one simple apple.

After getting Lucas into the car, I returned to the villa and changed my shoes. As soon as I walked into the living room, I was stunned by the sight of bags everywhere. There were so many of them that it was overwhelming. The attendants were gone, but the bags remained.

I called out, “Miranda!”

“Miss Stepanek, you’re back?” Miranda quickly appeared from the laundry room upon hearing my voice.

“Why haven’t they taken these things away yet?” I pointed to the bags scattered across the floor, my frustration clear.

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“Miss Stepanek, Mr. Wharton instructed us to keep all of these things,” Miranda said.

“All of them? Will he actually use them?” I replied, a little angry.

I couldn’t understand why Herbert was always so overbearing! It was clear I was the one who would be wearing the clothes. Why did he get to decide if they should stay or not? Why didn’t he discuss it with me?

“Do I have to be controlled by him when it comes to everything I wear?”

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“This…” Miranda lowered her head, staying silent.

I immediately felt a bit guilty. Did this really have anything to do with her? She was just following Herbert’s orders.

I sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Miranda. I didn’t mean to direct my frustration at you.”

“I know, Miss Stepanek,” Miranda responded.

“But Mr. Wharton is only doing this out of goodwill. He likes you and cares about you. That’s why he did it. Please don’t blame him.”

As I heard this, I thought to myself, It’s common for rich people to try to impress women with branded bags, jewelry, mansions, cars, diamond rings, and so on… but I don’t want any of this.

Then I told Miranda, “I’m going out to buy something.”

Miranda quickly stopped me.

“Miss Stepanek, what do you need? I’ll buy it for you. Don’t go out.”

“It’s nothing important. I just need to get something,” I said.

But she stopped me again, and immediately, I sensed something was off.

“Did Herbert ask you to watch me and stop me from going out?”

Lucas’s kindergarten was in the community, so it wasn’t like I was leaving the area. But now it seemed like Herbert didn’t even want me leaving the house. I knew it was for my safety, but I felt as though I was being imprisoned.

“It’s not that Mr. Wharton is stopping you from going out,” Miranda said with a frown.

“He just doesn’t want you to go out alone. If you want to go, I can have the driver take you there.”

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