Chapter 337
Chapter 337
Athena’s delicate brows knitted together as irritation clouded her eyes.
She felt a burning pressure building in her chest, ready to explode.
Athena rose gracefully and headed toward her residence. “Trina, send them away. Tell them I’m not receiving visitors.” Athena thought to herself, ‘Grandfather is still under criminal charges. If I’m seen here, it could land me in hot water p>
Athena slipped out of the hidden tunnel and instructed Trina to conceal the entrance.
A pile of clutter was stacked at the entrance, making it inconspicuous.
Trina bit her lip, concern for Athena clear in her eyes as she said, “Lady Eloise insists she only wants to see you for a moment and then she’ll leave. She also said she brought you something p>
With her face betraying no emotion, Athena walked along the low wall toward the courtyard and said coldly, “Tell her to take whatever she brought back p>
Athena wanted no further entanglement with the Monson family. Refusing to see them was clearly the wisest choice.
Athena wondered, ‘Why does Eloise keep pestering me?
‘Seriously, can’t she just live her own life p>
“I already told them you wouldn’t see them,” Trina said impatiently, “but Lady Eloise and Willow are still standing at the gate, refusing to leave. If this drags on and draws a crowd, it’ll only reflect poorly on you p>
Athena fumed inwardly, “That Willow is like a shadow that just won’t go away. Anywhere she shows up, she makes my skin crawl p>
Athena’s steps faltered, her icy gaze locking onto Trina. “That Willow dares to show her face here p>
Trina shuddered under Athena’s icy gaze, then quickly realized the hostility wasn’t aimed at her, but at Willow.
Trina looked at Athena with protective concern, grabbing the broom from the corner and clenching it tightly in her hands. “Let me drive them away,” she said resolutely.
Athena quickly snatched the broom from Trina’s hands with a resigned look. She sighed, “Listen, no matter how much I can’t stand them, it’s not worth you risking your life over this p>
Trina was just a maid, her lowly status meant she could easily lose her life.
At the gate, the hems of Eloise and Willow’s gowns were faintly visible.
Athena threw the broom to the ground and said to Trina, “If they’re determined to wait, let them. We’re going inside p>
Just then, Willow’s shrill voice pierced the quiet night. “Sister, please, I’m begging you, just come out and see Mother. We truly came to make amends with you, sister… ”
Willow’s shrill voice pierced the silent night, impossible to ignore.
Trina gritted her teeth in anger. “How shameless! If she keeps screaming like that, how is anyone supposed to get any sleep p>
Just then, Marquita Huynh Marquita emerged with a bucket of water and flung it toward the gate.
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They expected the visitors to get drenched, but to their surprise, an umbrella appeared just in time.
Startled, Willow stumbled and landed hard on the ground. She looked up at the man before her, eyes wide with surprise and delight. “ Michael? Is that really you?” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement.
Michael folded his umbrella and reached out to help Willow to her feet, then shot a displeased look toward the courtyard.
Michael shrugged casually. “Just happened to be in the neighborhood, that’s all p>
Willow’s eyes fell on the two jars of premium plum wine in his hands. They were Athena’s favorite drink.
These plum wines were handcrafted by Michael himself.
He’d never give it to anyone else.
Yet on Christmas Eve, he specifically came to see Athena with plum wine in hand, only to claim he was just passing by.
Willow gazed at Michael with wounded eyes, her eyelids rimmed pink with unshed tears.
Willow thought, I’m his fiancée, shouldn’t I be the one with Michael on Christmas Eve?
Why is he still coming to see Athena? I’m his fiancée, shouldn’t he be with me instead p>
Eloise rushed over in a panic, her heart aching as she looked at Willow. “Sweetheart, did you get wet? Are you alright p>
Willow shook her head, her eyes red–rimmed. “Thank goodness Michael showed up just in time,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.