If it weren’t for the fact that someone had decided to pit her against Rose over

the same dress, things might not have escalated to this point.

Mason arched an eyebrow and scratched his temple, with a sheepish

expression on his face. “Hey, I was just doing a favor for someone.”

Who would’ve thought that a dress-clash could cause such a drama? Indeed,

that woman was just as the rumors had said—a real she-devil.

A simple garment had sparked this whole “bloodbath,” probably all part of her

wicked plan.

He shivered involuntarily. Terrifying, utterly terrifying.

Enter title…

Rose noticed Mason’s words, as well as his subsequent expressions and subtle

actions. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.d2

Doing a favor for someone?

When she first realized her dress clashed with Mona’s, she thought it had been

Mona’s doing—like she was flaunting her victory.

She’d even worried that someone would make a joke out of the baby bump she

was sporting. After all, a dress-clash was one thing, but with her protruding belly,

it could become a laughingstock.

But now, it seemed the tables had turned in her favor. Who could be behind

this?

Catching Rose’s gaze, Mason lifted his head and offered her a small smile and

a nod. She nodded back, smiling.

The hand wrapped around her waist tightened. Snapping back to reality, she

noticed Morrison glaring at her with a furrowed brow. “What’s up?”

Morrison pursed his lips. “Stay away from him, he’s a creep.”

Rose was speechless for a moment before retorting, “Have you seen the state

your Mona’s in? And you’re worried about others?”

“What are you talking about, when is she mine? Watch your mouth.”

shrugged off his grip, and ran

now, but it

that, she glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow and

walking

an agitated Mona

going?”

Rose didn’t respond.

had your cake

it. Sweets are just too cloying for my taste right now. Why

crowd waiting

right there, and whoever wants

not stopping them.”

halted, scanning the surroundings before shifting her gaze

you want to leave all your guests

to Riley: “Order two more cakes,

gets their fill, and

Mr. Witt of R City

Riley was taken

blurting out, somewhat bewildered, “Mr. Witt, are we really

to Mr. Mason

snorted, and said, “Of course. Although

still very grateful to him for helping Mrs. Witt out

is not enough to express my

to

remark—it seemed the man would never

things go.

helpless, smoothed her forehead

stride out of

this a bit

you’re leaving early?”

to him. “This isn’t

been acting like this.”

his

sweet cake. I hate

shame because the vegan cream

our

Rose’s retreating figure. Grinding

a few long steps

a startled

around Morrison’s neck.

steadied, she saw Morrison’s face close up,

me to death!

large steps forward, holding her in his

to eat cake.”

said you

to eat cake, but I’m planning on devouring

with it.”

cheeks flushed a

with a mix of

cheeky boy.

countless memories of clashing with Morrison, but none were like

shamelessly rogue. And she found herself at a

version of him.

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