บททั้งหมดของ Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

Thinking back on the last ten minutes of nonstop harassment at breakfast, then at the "ghostly love story" before her, Claudia reluctantly realized that staying would accomplish nothing.Watching Bruce and Isolde's display would only deepen her anger. Her face turned pale, and she shot them a furious glare."This is pointless. I'm done." She spat the words, clicked her heels, and strode toward the locked, carved wooden door.Coldly, she spoke into her headset. "Open the door."The lock disengaged from outside, and the door swung open.Claudia stormed out, her expression dark.Inside, Bruce and Isolde remained where they stood. He raised his hand and gently brushed away the powder on her cheek, which had begun to crack and dry. His eyes brimmed with affection, his smile soft and unrestrained.He lowered his gaze to her. "Still playing?"More than half the haunted house remained unexplored. If he stayed with Claudia, the time would drag, dull and tedious. With Isolde beside him,

"In that case, the fans who ship you with Ms. Vancrest will gradually lose their illusions and accept reality. Your relationship with Princess Claudia will also proceed more smoothly. When you marry, public acceptance and support will be much higher—""Divorce?" Bruce cut Danny off mid-sentence.The word left his lips with a chill sharp enough to pierce through the phone line.The kitchen light fell across his sharply defined profile, deepening the shadows and making him seem even more forbidding."Who said I'm getting a divorce?"Danny shivered on the other end and stammered, "B-But it's all over the internet… the Last Meal, the Last Kiss… the topic's trending every day. Everyone says you and Ms. Vancrest are staging a ritual farewell before the divorce…"His voice trailed off as he spoke, and he finally sensed something was wrong.'But if it isn't a divorce, with Mr. Princeton's means and influence, how could he allow those topics to remain at the top for days? Unless…' Danny

This was absolutely irresistible.Isolde flicked her gaze toward the man in the photo on the phone lying on the floor."You mean him?" She drew out her words on purpose, speaking slowly as Bruce's breath tightened. "His style is a little like yours, and he looks handsome and rich. He's definitely a pretty good man."Bruce's face darkened, his handsome features tightening.A brighter spark lit Isolde's eyes. She leaned closer until her nose almost brushed his, her voice soft and tender. "But… he's not as handsome as you, not as tall, and he doesn't have your dominance or charm. He's a good man, but you… You're truly one of a kind. A rare gem."Her warm breath brushed his lips, carrying a faint, intoxicating scent. "When you have similar choices, of course you pick the best, the top one. Congratulations, Prince. You win."Bruce's heart felt as though a soft hand had gripped it, then suddenly released it. A fierce throb surged through him, making his ears ring.His Adam's apple bob

Danny paced in tight circles before Derek White's large mahogany desk. His already thinning hair had become a messy bird's nest from all the pulling."Mr. White! Mr. White, you've got to help me think of something!" His voice was hoarse with desperation. "The Goodbye, My Lover Karsden special is my life's work. I've spent three years on it, revising it countless times. The early promotion is already out, and we're lining up guests. It's guaranteed to blow up once filming starts. Why? Why was it cut with a single sentence?"The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, and the more agitated he became. Spit nearly flew onto Derek's face."Why?" Derek slammed the table, making the teacup lid clatter loudly. His face turned livid as he jabbed a finger toward Danny's nose. "Danny, Danny. These past few years of smooth sailing have made you forget your place. Who gave you the nerve to contact the Prince directly? And invite him onto a divorce reality show? Is your brain filled

Moreover, this was a divorce show. Hadn't Bruce always hated it most when people talked about divorce?Bruce stopped drying his hair. His voice dropped, edged with a faint chill. "Since the whole world says we're getting divorced, then let them see how we get divorced."Isolde froze for a moment, then understood at once.The trending topics were all about their "last meal," "last movie," and "last kiss." Someone was clearly manipulating public opinion, and in this situation, no clarification would work.But if they agreed to participate in a divorce reality show under a live broadcast watched by countless viewers, then no matter how powerful they were or how strong their PR might be, they would no longer be able to twist the truth at will.Her husband's mind worked fast. This was not about filming a divorce show. It was about turning the tables and delivering a decisive blow."Then I need to prepare properly!" Isolde perked up at once, throwing off the blanket as she moved to get