My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Stepping out of the restroom, Mandy reached for her makeup when a familiar figure near the washbasin caught her eye.

Draco stood there, his icy gaze filled with disdain.

Mandy’s heart raced instinctively as she felt Draco’s icy, disdainful gaze.

Had Draco overheard her conversation with Vivi? “Draco…” she said hesitantly. He pursed his lips, looked away, and strode off. Flustered by his departure, Mandy rushed after him and grasped his hand, attempting to explain, “Draco, it’s not what you think. Please, hear me out.”

Draco gently freed his hand from her grasp, his frosty smile and flat tone revealing his indifference. “Miss Hamilton, there’s no need to justify yourself to me.”

His cold demeanor left Mandy feeling humiliated.

Was she a terrible person in his eyes?

Did he believe she’d hurt Janet, prompting his frosty behavior?

icy glance and continued

the frigid atmosphere, Mandy blocked his path, her eyes welling up.

misunderstood by

that she wasn’t a shallow, malicious person.

truly detested Janet, she’d compete honorably through

resolve, Draco soon regained his composure, regarded Mandy calmly, ands replied fiatly, “You’ve misunderstood, Miss Hamilton. Your character is none of my

brimming, Mandy’s voice quivered. “What do you mean it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant

poised, his tone

have no real connection. At most, we’re merely peers in

heart, the pain so suffocating that

Mandy’s eyes reddened. Her tears threatened to

prolong the scene by crying