Chapter 8 Brent's Lover Staying At The Mansion

• The atmosphere was quiet again. Beverley put down her fork and touched the black folder on the table. Just imagining its contents made her head go numb. Why is that man so annoying?
• On the first page: The wife must be kind to the husband and the husband's family.
• Beverley snorted.
• On page two: The wife must act like wives should when appearing in public.
• Beverley snorted again. Her face became even more sullen.
• On page three: The wife should not interfere in the husband's personal matters, and the husband will do the same.
• This time, Beverley agreed. That means they won't meddle in each other's personal affairs. Then she turned to the next sheet.
• On page four: The wife should not travel alone at night.
• "No," Beverley protested. "Why can't I travel at night?"
• Brent looked at her flatly. "Unless you want to be kidnapped or harmed by my business rivals. And if that happened, I wouldn't care."
• Beverley snorted. What kind of person is Brent? If the man was a mafia, then she believed there would be an enemy who might kidnap her. However, according to her knowledge, Brent's company is engaged in the property sector. Yeah, unless the guy has some dark business secret.
• On page five: The wife must be ready to come whenever her husband needs her.
• "What?"
• "On business," said Brent, taking a sip of his red wine. He didn't even look at Beverley, but he could guess what she was thinking.
• Beverley gritted her teeth for a moment.
• On page six: The wife must have a style appropriate to her status as Mr. Oliver's wife.
• Her brows furrowed. "The sixth, what does that mean?"
• "Don't you understand?" Brent looked at her flatly. "Stupid."
• Beverley growled in annoyance. "Do you want me to look like the wives of glamorous conglomerates? Does not make sense!"
• "I don't want people to think I have treated my wife badly. After all, it's all here. You are free to use your car, credit card, and whatever else." Brent gestured to Jace. Then Jace put the car keys and a very exclusive-looking black card on the table.
• Beverley stared at the objects with a frown. A cold grin grew on her lips. It looks like she found a way to put Brent at a disadvantage. Finally, she nodded. "Alright."
• Then on the seventh page: The wife is forbidden to work.
• "Impossible!" Beverley immediately shouted.
• "Why not?"
• "Would you like it if I told you not to work?" Beverley glared at the man. "Of course, you wouldn't. That is not fair. So, I will keep working."
• Brent narrowed his eyes. "And become an ordinary employee?" Brent's expression became so mocking. "Unless you're a model, actress, or lawyer, I will let you keep working."
• Wow! What a jerk that guy is! Beverley was completely speechless. She was so angry that she wanted to swallow the man alive. "Anyway, I'll keep working! Cross out this section!"
• Brent's expression hardened. "You only need to stay at home and enjoy the luxury there is. Is it that hard?"
• "And become your puppet? Do not dream!" Beverley stood up and tossed the black folder containing the ridiculous rules in any direction. Her eyes turned cold.
• "Don't act like you're a high king while I'm a lowly slave. You are just a bastard who doesn't even know how to apologize!" After saying that, Beverley immediately walked out of the dining room.
• Jace felt a little surprised and confused by the situation. He picked up the black folder from the floor and then looked timidly at Brent. The man looked furious. His jaw tightened. His hands were clenched.
• "Damn it!" Brent hissed coldly. He immediately gulped down his red wine to calm his anger. "Tell me, Jace, why is she so rebellious? And why did she ask me to apologize? Very silly!"
• Jace took a deep breath. "It might be difficult. She doesn't look like a woman who is easily conquered by money and luxury."
• Brent took his cell phone and called someone. "I'd better go see Natalie."
• After that, the man got up from his chair, leaving Jace to only stare at the food on the table with affection. "Why does this much food have to be wasted? Too bad."
• ***
• Beverley woke up sluggishly. When she looked in the mirror, she could see dark circles around her eyes. Last night, she had trouble sleeping. It's all because of Brent. That man really ruined her good life.
• She looked at the clock on the wall before finally going to take a shower. A few moments later, she was back with a fresh appearance. After that, she went down to the kitchen. Old habits that can't be broken.
• Aunt Daisy seemed busy preparing breakfast. Beverley's arrival took her by surprise. Her expression suddenly turned anxious. "Madam, you are awake…."
• Beverley smiled. "Why do you look worried?"
• "That …." Aunt Daisy didn't know what to say. Moments later, she said with concern, "Madam, you must have known about the woman's arrival. This may be difficult for you. But I hope you can be stronger."
• Aunt Daisy's words left Beverley feeling clueless. "Who's coming?"
• Aunt Daisy looked at Beverley in bewilderment. "You did not know? A woman came last night and stayed here."
• Beverley's brow furrowed deeply. Who was the woman Aunt Daisy was referring to? Could it be Brent's lover? The woman in red that Brent met yesterday at the hotel?
• Beverley's expression turned mocking. She smiles. "Aunt Daisy, I don't know about it, and I don't care either. Don't worry about me."
• "Is that true? So, are you okay? But it looks like you had trouble sleeping last night?"
• Oh, gosh. Did Aunt Daisy think Beverley was having trouble sleeping because she was hurt by the arrival of Brent's lover? Of course not! Why is she hurt by that? She even just found out about the woman's arrival.
• "I'm fine, really. Aunt Daisy, I'll make breakfast and get ready for work."
• "Work?" Aunt Daisy was worried. Last night, she heard about their quarrel at the dinner table. So, she was afraid that Brent would get angry again if he found out that Beverley was going to work.
• "My job is not prestigious or makes a lot of money. But I enjoyed it," said Beverley, taking the pancake batter in Aunt Daisy's hands. "I never thought about leaving my job."
• Aunt Daisy smiled. "Madam, sit down, please. It will be ready soon."
• Beverley shook her head. "Let me finish it. You could set up another thing for Brent, maybe. Or for his lover."
• Aunt Daisy was uncomfortable. She again stopped Beverley's wish, but the woman persisted in her will. Finally, she let Beverley finish making the pancakes.
• After all the pancake batter was gone, Beverley immediately took breakfast for herself. Brent is still nowhere to be seen. It looks like he's still curled up with his lover in bed. But that's not a problem for her.
• Beverley returned to the room after finishing breakfast. A few moments later, she came out again in a long black blazer. The tapping of her heels was loud enough in the deserted mansion.
• "Madam, is this yours?" Suddenly, a maid asked. She showed her a car key and a black card that was placed on a small cupboard beside Beverley's bedroom door. It was the stuff Brent had given her that somehow got there.
• "That …." Beverley hesitated a little. But in the end, she nodded. "Thank you."
• At that moment, she suddenly heard a faint laugh from afar along with the sound of footsteps. She turned her head, one corner of her eyebrow raised. Then her vision caught the shadow of two people: Brent and a beautiful woman with long hair.
• There she is! Brent's secret lover!