WHITE CLOVER 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Patricia's POV:Knock knock*A knock that came upon my door snapped me out of my daze.I needed to look presentable before opening the door to anyone. Going to the vanity, I cleaned off all my makeup thoroughly and went into the bathroom to do some washing.Ten minutes later, once my face was fresh and young again, I went to answer the door.The second I set my eyes on the petite lady standing before me, I frowned.Was she one of the maids here? She was dressed in a knee-length yellow gown, so I doubted it. As we stood staring at each other like we were in a silent contest, my eyes darted to her big, bumpy belly.Oh, so she was pregnant.Still I hadn't seen her around before."Who are you?" I finally asked, because if I didn't speak, we would keep staring until a crowd gathered."I'm Natasha. Aaron's fiancée," she introduced herself, emphasizing his name like she wanted to stamp it on my forehead.Wait a moment. Aaron's engaged?My expression flickered from confusion to marvel, then

Patricia's POV:I wasn't sure who that lady was, but one thing was clear, I had just earned myself another enemy.The second Aaron pulled away from me, he stared at her with a blank expression, all warmth drained from his eyes as if it had never existed.Oh, so they were engaged on love terms? Since when? And who approved that fairytale?Without warning, Aaron lifted a hand and gave her the middle finger, tilting his head slightly, almost challengingly.The tension that followed was so thick it felt like the air itself was holding its breath."Let's go," he uttered, already moving toward the exit.My gaze drifted back to where I had spotted Natasha earlier, but she was gone, vanished like smoke. Typical diva behavior.By the time I reached the entrance, Aaron was already sliding into a black Bentley parked directly in front of the building. The driver stood by the door, waiting in that overly stiff way chauffeurs always did.I adjusted Nyx in my arms and made my way to the car. Just

Patricia's POV:As those words slipped out of my father's mouth, I instantly shot Christina a threatening glare, sharp enough to slice through her phony innocence, just as she went to hand her phone to him.This was betrayal served cold, served gladly, and served with the kind of expression only a smug cousin could wear.A minute later, my father passed the phone to my brother, his brows rising slowly in disbelief."So this is what the two of you are up to nowadays," Father said, folding his hands on the table in a way that screamed, I raised heathens. His eyes traveled between us, heavy, judging, and dramatic enough to win an award."So you finally got caught red-handed," Williams murmured into my ear, his voice cold enough to frost the air before passing the phone back to Christina.I glared at him before turning back to Christina. She sat straighter, shoulders lifted, chin tilted as if she had just delivered a powerful victory.What a brat.She really thought she'd exposed me?O

Clover's POV:The garden was always a beautiful place to work, a small paradise tucked behind stone walls and trimmed hedges. It was the kind of place people came to breathe, relax, and pretend the world outside didn't exist. Everyone talked about the scents of flowers like they were heaven-sent, but honestly? Flowers don't smell that magical to me. Most of them just smell like fancy grass, and only people who love grass pretend it's perfume.Right now I was in the garden crouched at a section, carefully plucking out the stubborn weeds trying to compete with the flowers for nutrients and space. One thing I had quickly learned was that Mrs. Hanson had an interesting taste. Bold, elegant and dangerously poisonous.The garden was full of them: Foxglove, Monkshood, Angel's Trumpet, Castor Bean, Belladonna and a lot more beautiful killers dressed in soft colors and delicate petals. Gorgeous, but lethal. Typical of Mrs. Hanson, honestly.As I shifted to a section of pink flowers fluffy

Clover's POV:-First of May-Unlike any other day, today was special.The Hanson mansion buzzed with activity from the moment dawn broke. Old workers and temporarily hired servants flooded the halls, moving up and down like restless ants in a disturbed nest. Every corner of the mansion was alive, voices calling out orders, shoes tapping hurriedly against marble floors, doors opening and slamming shut.Anyone caught standing idle or merely breathing without purpose was fired on the spot by Simon, no warnings, no second chances, and immediately after, he would hire another batch of servants to replace them.He wasn't in charge of planning the event his sole responsibility was to ensure no one slacked or lagged behind.Today, sitting down felt like a crime.Rushing down the hallway, I clutched three sets of dresses, packaged neatly in my arms, gowns I had designed and tailored specifically for the queen of the day. Over the past week, with the help of two assistants designers assigned