Bride to Be, Not Me

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Chapter 53 repair them. Then, hand those overlo Chapter 53 Edward reminded her, "Don't you have a few damaged pieces? Take them to the company and find a few skilled seamstresses to help you ne him H Janice didn't feel the slightest haringe of guilt.

She was determined to make Simon cough up every penny of the money he owed her, no matter what it took.

Back at the hotel, Simon paced the mom, clutching his phone with an excited gleam in his eyes.

Amelia entered, balancing the food she had ordered on a tray. When she noticed the delight on his face, berculosity got the better of her.

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"Simon, what's got you so happy?" she asked.

"ML. Olson replied to me. She has agreed to sellher work. With that, I'm going to beat Janker at the Winter Tournament and crush Prosper Stitch Group," Simon exclaimed.

The thrill of victory coursed through him. When he spotted the wine that had cwith the room service, Simon Imunediately grabbed the bottle and took a large swig.

Amelia wasn't about to waste such a propportunity to be alone with him, She slinked up to Simon, lemming softly against him.

"Simon, you're getting more impressive by the day. Janice has no vision, and she's as ungrateful as they come. You shouldn't waste your energy being angry with her." Simon slammed the bottle down on the table with a sharpelink, his expression twisting into something dark and dangerous. "Ms, Olson has already agreed to sella piece Janice is finished I'm going to make her regret wrything and begto take her back" Amelia's heart nearly stepped at his words.

Take her back? Janice, tangled up as she was with Prosper Sch Group's Edward, still had a hold on Simon? How could this happen? Simon's frustration burned in the air as he drank from the bottle. Amelia quickly poured herself a drink to keep up, her hands subtly grazing his am "Simon, I like you. Why are you still thinking about Janice when she's already with Mr. Moore? she murmured.

But Simon didn't seem to hear her. His thoughts had been consumed by a vivid image-fanke bumbling hersell before him, apologizing and begging for his forgiveness. The idea sent a rush of satisfaction coursing through him "That's all take. With Edward's background, there's no way he'd be interested in her Janice is just clinging to him, throwing herself at him like the chip woman she is, She probably sold her body, and that's the only reason Edward's protecting her. If those two end up together, I'll give her my head on a silver platter!" Compared to Shirley, Janice was nothing.

In Simon's mind, Edward dropping Panice was inevitable, it was only a matter of time. And when that happened, Janice would have bumed all her bridges.

With Idward gone and Simon icious, how could the possibly survive in Greenfieldary? would be Impossible She'd have no choice but to crawl back to her title hometown in disgrace.

The thought brought a faint smile to Simon's face as he glanced down at the hand slowly roaming acres his chest.

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Amelia sat beside him, her expression seductive and her demane dripping with a practiced shrines that felt heavy and cheap Simon's mind ditted back to the Amelia he once kne She had always been the alood, untouchable type the elegant young lady who carried herself with a cold, quiet pride that left the boys in their town feeling unworthy of even Hiring Amelia back then had be nothing more than a way for him to satisfy the lingering bitterness of his youth. To him, he deserved whatever he wanted.

As for low? Women weren't that important to him. Especially war who threw themselves at hun.

with deliberate calmness, Simon reached up and pushed Amelia's wandering hand away.

Her face froze mid-expression, the eldest flicker of panke flashing in her eyes. "Simon, you- "Don't they say cancer patients shouldn't drink or stay up late?" Simon interrupted coldly, blocking onto hers.

Amelia's ches fluttered nervously. "I'm just celebrating with you, that's all. One small drink to keep you company" Simon gave no sign or subtle cue that he wanted her-and the realization began to unsettle her Could be that Sumon didn't like her anymore?

She had to marry Simon and becMrs. Fitzgerald-the kind of woman ΟΜ who never had to lifa finger and whose only job was to look beautiful everyday. So, she stayed quiet, watchingSimon continued drinking By the the had dried more than half a bottle of wine, Simon finally got to his feet, stumbling toward the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

Amelia rose and followed him, arranging her features into a mask of gentle concern. Simon? Why don't you wash up before you sleep? He didn't answer. She hit her lip with a steadying breath, she reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt

But before she could undo another button, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She was yanked forward and thrown onto the bed. The world spun for a momentas Simon rolled over and pinned her down. Without a word, he leaned in, his lips urgently trading down her neck with clumsy, fortish kisses.

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