Chapter 8 My Woman
Suddenly, Ranita’s eyes widened slightly.
Brendon’s slender fingers suddenly rested on her leg, their warmth palpable. He gently squeezed her leg and said in a deep voice by her ear, “Are you considering giving this old man a chance by not outright rejecting him?”
“What are you talking about!” Ranita glared at Brendon, her ears burning hot behind her black hair. “Mr. Stuart, in public please remove your hand!”
“Who dares to object when I put my hand on my woman’s leg?” Brendon’s declaration of “my woman” in that deep voice echoed in Ranita’s ears, making her heart surge, almost losing control.
“Mr. Stuart, stop it.” Ranita took a deep breath, her heart hurting like a knife with every beat.
No matter how beautiful it was, there was still a Shannon between them.
Brendon leaned in, pressing half of his arm against hers. He caught a whiff of citrus on the woman’s body and noticed her delicate collarbone peeking out from under her shirt. It was slender and fair, like the white snow tower peony in a greenhouse.
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A deep voice sounded in Ranita’s ear, and her heart, as well as her lips and tongue, couldn’t help but savor the words.
“You are my wife” – these five words, though only four, were the words she had been waiting for three years. Now that the divorce agreement had been signed, her wish had finally come true.
Ranita’s thoughts were too complex and tangled to express.
“You’ve had too much to drink!” Ranita pursed her lips and ignored Brendon, once again rejecting Rashid.
“Although it’s regrettable, let’s still be friends! Here is my personal contact information! If you need any help, feel free to reach out to me!”
Ranita did not refuse Rashid’s kindness and accepted his business card. She thanked him with a smile and said, “Thank you, I will invite you to dinner when I have time!”
Brendon saw that they were chatting again, his face was very unhappy and he wanted to confront them, but he was stopped by the other party’s translator, Amanda.
Rashid was a complete alcoholic, and Ranita reluctantly had a few drinks. Feeling dizzy, she had to take the opportunity to go to the restroom to sober up.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, Brendon grabbed her by the back of her collar.
“Stop!” The man’s voice sounded unhappy, deep and cold, with a chilling expression that was quite frightening.
“Mr. Stuart, what’s going on?” Ranita’s heart raced, especially with the warmth pressed against the back of her neck, making her thoughts swirl.
Brendon stared at her but didn’t say anything.
“Mr. Stuart…”
“Do you really want to be Rashid’s third wife? Are you willing to share a husband with several other women?” Brendon suddenly asked an unexpected question.
It took Ranita a moment to react. “Did I do something that gave you the wrong impression?” she pursed her lips. In truth, Ranita wanted to say that even if she did, they were already divorced and Brendon had no right to question who she liked or shared her life with.
But she didn’t want to complicate things.
Her feelings for Brendon were a secret she kept hidden, and it was the last shred of dignity she had left.
“You took Rashid’s personal business card,” he said. This meant they would be in contact privately – something Ranita never did before.
“Ranita, this violates our contract,” Brendon said irritably, furrowing his brow and speaking without emotion.
Ranita was stunned for two seconds. “I’m sorry if I violated any terms of our contract; I’ll return Mr. Bassett’s card right away! And I won’t contact him!” Ranita was actually very upset and even briefly wondered if Brendon was jealous or angry at her.
But could that be possible?
He hadn’t given her anything – not even emotions or love – let alone his mood swings.