Semua Bab The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Bab 341 - Bab 350

"And yet, things haven't changed, even after we've been together. You won't move into my place. You wouldn't accept a car until I forced you into it. You won't let me help with anything concerning the Joneses or the Kennedys. You don't even tell me what you're up to, where you're going."Soren's gaze locked onto mine. "What do you think all of this makes me feel?"If I had thought I hadn't done anything wrong, that belief evaporated as I listened to him list his grievances.Guilt began to settle over me. I even wanted to explain myself. "Listen, Soren, I—"He raised his hand. "I know, I know. You don't want to trouble me. You don't want me to be bogged down by it all. But I knew about your problems before we were officially together. If any of this bothered me, why would I have still wanted to be your boyfriend?"You push me away and refuse to accept any help or goodwill from me. You refuse to let me into your world, your life. It makes me feel like you're trying to keep things at

What was I going to do? I was the one at fault here!After a few seconds, I teased him, "Lord Soren? His most illustrious Lord Soren?"Soren shot me a cold look. "This isn't gonna work.""What can I do to make it work?" I asked sincerely.He didn't respond. His chiseled lips remained pressed together. I shook his hand, but he swiftly jerked it away from my grip.I sighed. "You're so juvenile."Suddenly, I aimed my camera at his face.Alert, he demanded, "What are you doing?""Recording Lord Soren's tantrum for posterity. It's a rare phenomenon, you know?" I said, pressing the record button.I always knew how to get under someone's skin.Soren panicked. He lunged to snatch my phone, but I ducked, retorting, "Hey, a gentleman doesn't try to steal a lady's property!"He sprang from his seat. Using his height advantage, he easily grabbed my phone.I stood up, circled the table, and cried, "Wait! Don't delete it! Can't I at least keep it for myself?"He dodged every move I made

"That's why you're coming with me. You should get to know them," Soren said, smiling."Why didn't you mention this earlier? I could have at least dressed up a little!" I grumbled. "I must look so dowdy right now. I have to be an embarrassment to you!""No, no. You look beautiful already." He turned, gazing at me with affection. "But you shouldn't look too pretty from now on. It'll attract too much attention, and I feel threatened by that."I was taken aback. "Excuse me? How did a gentleman who always seemed to respect women and their autonomy end up showing such a chauvinistic view?""I don't know what 'chauvinist' means, but I don't like it when other men stare and drool at my girlfriend."I looked out the window, sighing. "Every day, you seem less like the man I thought you were.""Having buyer's remorse?""Yeap. I realized you're too good at pretending to be perfect.""The time for remorse has long passed, unfortunately."Our banter continued. The sun was beautiful, and the

God, just my rotten luck! I had spent my precious day fighting with the Joneses, and now I still had to face a Kennedy in the evening! Someone should call an exorcist because I was sure these two families were demons trying to possess me!I should never have agreed to come here."Don't make things up, Edith. You ruined your own life. No one else did," I said firmly.I scanned the room and added, "And don't you know what kind of people attend this party? Even if you're fine with ruining your own reputation, maybe you should at least try to preserve your family's.""Oh, sure, because you give a damn about our family's reputation! You probably wish it was all fucking ruined!" Edith retorted, once again ignoring my genuine attempt to remind her.I sighed. I really wasn't in the mood to continue this.Unfortunately, Edith wasn't finished.She started yelling, "Do you even know who this bitch is?! She's Taylor Jones! She sent her own father to prison! She voided her civil partnership

Edith wasn't going to listen easily. She scanned the room and suddenly shouted, "Martin!"A young man stepped out from the crowd, his hand over his face as if trying to remain unnoticed.He yelled, "What the hell did you do this for, Edith?! You're killing me! If I'd known you were just here to pull this shit on Taylor, I never would've brought you! Your sentence is only being deferred, for God's sake!"I recognized him immediately. He was Martin Brown, Edith's cousin and Sally's nephew.Soren turned to him, his gaze icy. "You brought her here, Mr. Brown?"Martin waved his hands defensively. "I didn't know she'd do this! She'd been recovering at home, complaining about boredom. My aunt suggested I take her out on an excursion, and I—"Soren cut him off, turning suddenly to me. "How do you want this settled?"I had been staring at Soren's back for a while, worried that the acid might have damaged his shirt, maybe even hurt him. His abrupt attention pulled me from my thoughts."T