Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 24

Furious girlfriend I kept staring at the photos in disbelief. How could I be such an idiot?! I allowed myself to get lost in the moment. I let Aren charm me, and I wanted to trust the warmth I felt from him. In each of those pictures, I saw myself looking at Aren like a woman in love, and I hated myself for showing him this vulnerable side of me. He manipulated me, and I let him. 

“Are you angry?” Monique worriedly patted my shoulder. 

I smiled wryly. “It‘s just... you know... It was our private moment and those photos...” 

Monique nodded sympathetically. “I get you. You are not used to being in the spotlight, but since you are dating New York‘s most wanted bachelor, you will get a lot of attention from now on.” 

“I guess you are right...” I sighed, lowering my head so that my eyes wouldn‘t betray my inept lie. 

I was pissed, and I could barely keep my composure. The blood was boiling in my veins and holding a smiling face became unbearable. 

“So, tell me everything! How did it happen?” Monique grinned, leaning on the counter. 

I forced a laugh. “Girl, I promise that I will tell you everything, but not today. I‘m here to drop the documents and I have to run.” 

I excused myself with an abrupt hand wave and a thin smile and then darted toward the office to leave my signed resignation form. Thankfully, I managed to run away before Marco came back. Monique was certainly too excited about the news to notice all the dishonesty in my words, but Marco had always been a walking–talking lie detector. 

It took me a minute to finish the formalities. Then I rushed out, fury fueling my strides. Even Benjamin became pale as he saw my frowning face and blazing angry eyes. 

>“Where to?” he asked quietly, sitting behind the wheel. 

“Lan Diamond Tower,” I squeezed through my teeth. 

He nodded and pulled the curb. He didn‘t say a single word. I guessed he expected that if he did, he would become my anger‘s collateral damage. He wasn‘t entirely wrong. I was consumed by rage to the point where my decisions weren‘t absolutely rational. Fine, they weren‘t rational in the slightest! 

I stormed through the revolving door and went straight to the reception. A busty brown haired receptionist looked me up and down as I walked closer. 

“Can I help you? Are you lost?” She raised one eyebrow. I swear I wanted to punch her, but I decided to keep my anger entirely for my discussion with Aren. I took a deep breath and glued composure to my face. “I‘m here to meet Aren Lan,” I said with a grimace–like smile. “Do you have an appointment?” She scanned me again, giving me a judgmental pout. 

Furious girlfriend 

My name is Cora Bell,”

I‘m afraid that I cannot let you in.” The receptionist shot

my rage. I stepped away from the receptionist‘s desk and pulled out my phone. I picked up Neil‘s number because I thought that he would answer quicker than his boss. “Hello, Neil. Is Aren in his office?” I asked, trying to fake a

he‘s in the middle of a video conference. Shall I pass him

I‘ve got something to tell him personally. I‘m

” 

there,” he said and ended our call...

that, from her perspective, I must have looked like a dumb chick who had mistaken a

the length of the hallway,

your work.” I gave him a little bow.

you just tell the receptionist to let

NICE lady said that my name wasn‘t on some kind

walked over in front of the reception desk and glared at the one I pointed at.” I suggest you

with around ten to fifteen names on it. Neil

name here?” he asked, gesturing at me

leaned over the document. There were a few people named Winton and Lan on that list. The last name written on

I remembered the old one and there was no one named Bell on it!” the receptionist exclaimed, pointing her finger at me as

temple vein throb, but she didn‘t annoy me as much as she infuriated Neil. As I saw his expression turn icy

do it! Only Mr. Lan

the issue of your complete incompetence with him if you want to. You can also save some mere

wanted to drop down to my knees screaming, “Teach me, Master!” Stepping away from the reception

soon as the elevator started riding to the top, I recalled the events of last night and the photos of us taken by the reporters. I fisted my hand and slowly let out the air, trying not

my frowning face. “No, I‘m not,” I replied,

rhetorical one. As we exited the elevator on the top floor,

before I opened the door to Aren‘s office. “I will check if he finished the

was in the middle of something important. After less than a minute, Aren asked me to enter his office. As I walked inside, he was sitting at his desk, writing

my fiancée had something to discuss with me,” he said

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