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?

shot her another icy glance and continued walking.

blocked his path, her eyes welling up. “Do you really see me as despicable and shameless?” she choked out.

being misunderstood by her prince charming emboldened Mandy.

longed to clarify that she wasn’t a shallow,

truly detested Janet, she’d compete honorably through her designs, not

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

“What do you mean it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant to

by her distress, Draco remained poised, his tone polite but distant.

have no real connection. At most, we’re

shattered Mandy’s heart, the pain so suffocating that she

reddened. Her tears threatened

dislike for her, she didn’t want to prolong the scene by crying in front of the man she admired. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away either.