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 walking.

bear the frigid atmosphere, Mandy blocked his path, her eyes welling up. “Do you

being misunderstood by her

that she wasn’t a shallow,

truly detested Janet, she’d compete honorably through

entranced by her resolve, Draco soon regained his composure, regarded Mandy calmly, ands replied fiatly,

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

Draco remained poised, his tone

no real connection. At most, we’re

pain so suffocating that she struggled

reddened.

dislike for her, she didn’t want to prolong the scene by crying in