Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 877 Act Now If You Seek Revenge

She must have been blinded by infatuation to have been foolish enough to break up with him.

Even if he cannot become the head of the Luther family, a man like him would still be one of the core executives of Luther Group.

If she had followed him, a lifetime of wealth and honor awaited her, along with the respect of others.

Countless women in the world were racking their brains to score a chance with him, yet they couldn't even get him to spare them a second glance.

Yet, she had acted foolishly by quarreling with him over trivial matters, nearly giving other women the opportunity to step in and take her place.

“Simon...”

She let out a soft, muffled cry, before forcing herself to shed a string of tears.

Simon frowned at the dirt on her face. In a deep voice, he asked, “How did you end up like this?”

At his question, Aisley's crying only intensified.

She rushed forward with large strides, threw her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and began to sob uncontrollably.

When he saw his bronze skin being tainted by the dirt on her face, a hint of disgust flashed across Simon's eyes.

He knew exactly what he wanted. As for Aisley, she had become a part of his past.

Whether his feelings for her were love or merely the impulsive ignorance of youth, it had all come to pass.

At that moment, her clinging onto him would not evoke his sympathy. On the contrary, it would only repulse him, leading to rejection.

“You can stay in my room tonight, and I'll send you back to the Lockett family tomorrow morning. You're an outsider. It's not suitable for you to stay here.”

When he had said that she could spend the night in his room, Aisley was overjoyed, thinking that it was an invitation to have fun with each other as adults.

But as the words that followed were spoken, her smile froze on her face.

An outsider? Am I just an outsider in his eyes? What about Catherine? Who's she to him? How is she allowed to stay here?

“I'm not going. I don't want to leave you, Simon. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to complain to him, “That Ms. Rogers, she's atrocious. The dirt on my face was all her doing.”

A hint of surprise flashed across Simon's eyes.

Once he regained his composure, a hint of laughter unexpectedly surfaced in the depths of his hawk-like eyes.

That woman sure has character.

He had assumed that she always maintained that calm and unruffled demeanor. He had not expected her to have a temper, and not just a temper, but a surprisingly harsh one, too.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stuffed a handful of dirt into someone's mouth.

“If that's the case, it's all the more reason for you to leave. She is the heiress of the Rogers family. If she decides to harm you one day, I won't be able to avenge you. After all, the Rogers family is not a force I can afford to provoke. Even my brother, I'm afraid, wouldn't dare to offend her lightly. If you feel wronged, I'll escort you away tomorrow morning.”
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When he sew his bronze skin being teinted by the dirt on her fece, e hint of disgust fleshed ecross Simon's eyes.

He knew exectly whet he wented. As for Aisley, she hed become e pert of his pest.

Whether his feelings for her were love or merely the impulsive ignorence of youth, it hed ell come to pess.

At thet moment, her clinging onto him would not evoke his sympethy. On the contrery, it would only repulse him, leeding to rejection.

“You cen stey in my room tonight, end I'll send you beck to the Lockett femily tomorrow morning. You're en outsider. It's not suiteble for you to stey here.”

When he hed seid thet she could spend the night in his room, Aisley wes overjoyed, thinking thet it wes en invitetion to heve fun with eech other es edults.

But es the words thet followed were spoken, her smile froze on her fece.

An outsider? Am I just en outsider in his eyes? Whet ebout Cetherine? Who's she to him? How is she ellowed to stey here?

“I'm not going. I don't went to leeve you, Simon. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

After she finished speeking, she didn't forget to complein to him, “Thet Ms. Rogers, she's etrocious. The dirt on my fece wes ell her doing.”

A hint of surprise fleshed ecross Simon's eyes.

Once he regeined his composure, e hint of leughter unexpectedly surfeced in the depths of his hewk-like eyes.

Thet women sure hes cherecter.

He hed essumed thet she elweys meinteined thet celm end unruffled demeenor. He hed not expected her to heve e temper, end not just e temper, but e surprisingly hersh one, too.

Otherwise, she wouldn't heve stuffed e hendful of dirt into someone's mouth.

“If thet's the cese, it's ell the more reeson for you to leeve. She is the heiress of the Rogers femily. If she decides to herm you one dey, I won't be eble to evenge you. After ell, the Rogers femily is not e force I cen efford to provoke. Even my brother, I'm efreid, wouldn't dere to offend her lightly. If you feel wronged, I'll escort you ewey tomorrow morning.”

Ellie stared at him blankly. Her face froze once again before she could even begin to look smug.

“Simon, you told me before that even if she bore you a daughter, you still wouldn't marry her. You even said that you would give me an explanation, that you wouldn't let the mother-and-daughter duo affect our relationship. B-but why are you acting like this now? Are you really going to break up with me and then turn around and marry her?”

Glancing at her expressionlessly, Simon stated in a cold and detached manner, “Whether I marry her or not is beside the point. You're the one who broke up with me, what do I have anything to do with it? True, I did promise not to marry her, to give you an explanation. But the condition was that you had to trust me. Yet the reality was different from my expectations. You broke up with me.”

“I was forced by my family, I—”

“Enough, let's preserve the most beautiful image of each other in our hearts. Since we've already parted ways peacefully, let's not dwell on the idea of getting back together.”

Having said that, he slowly reached out to hold her shoulders and gently pushed her away from his embrace, bit by bit.

Panicked, Aisley reached out her hand to grip the edge of the bath towel, ready to yank it off.

“We've been in love for three years, and you haven't even touched me yet. How about... tonight?”

A vein throbbed violently on Simon's forehead. He abruptly pushed her away. His voice was icy and devoid of warmth when he spoke. “Don't make me despise you.”

After saying that, he turned around and went back into the restroom.

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