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

eyes welling up.

being misunderstood by her

longed to clarify that she wasn’t

Janet, she’d compete honorably through

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

Mandy’s voice quivered. “What do you mean it’s not your

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

real connection. At most, we’re

Mandy’s heart, the pain so suffocating that

her lip, Mandy’s eyes reddened. Her tears

scene by crying in front of the man she admired. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself