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.”

off his grip, and ran her fingers

but it was

glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow and casually

“Happy Birthday” before turning and walking toward the exit of the

leaving an agitated Mona

you going?” Morrison hurried after

Rose didn’t respond.

had

just too cloying for my

There’s a whole crowd waiting to eat your birthday

there, and whoever wants

not stopping them.”

surroundings before shifting her gaze to

sure you want to leave all

turned, and shouted to Riley: “Order two more

gets their fill, and

Mr. Witt of

announcements. Even Riley was taken aback

out, somewhat bewildered, “Mr. Witt,

to Mr.

and said, “Of course. Although he’s a

grateful to him for helping Mrs. Witt out

to express my

to ask

lips twitched at the childish remark—it seemed the man would never

things go.

her forehead and without

stride out

this a bit much? It’s my

you’re leaving early?”

breaking her stride, Rose turned to him. “This

been acting like this.”

over his

sweet cake. I hate

shame because the vegan cream cake

at our place about

paused mid-stride, watching Rose’s retreating figure.

a

out a startled cry, instinctively

around Morrison’s neck.

she saw Morrison’s face

“You scared me to death!

her in his

to eat cake.”

you

“Not only am I going to eat cake, but I’m planning on

with it.”

a sudden

mix of exasperation and

eyes. “Well, that cheeky boy.

memories of clashing with Morrison,

at a loss on how to handle

version of him.

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