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.”

chuckled, shrugged off his grip, and ran her fingers through

but it

with a raised eyebrow and casually wished

and walking toward the exit

leaving an agitated Mona

going?”

Rose didn’t respond.

You haven’t had your

are just too cloying for my taste right now.

There’s a whole crowd waiting to eat your birthday

and whoever wants

not stopping them.”

before shifting her gaze

want to leave all your guests hanging

shouted to Riley:

gets their fill, and

to react. This Mr. Witt of R City was

such announcements. Even Riley was

somewhat bewildered, “Mr.

to Mr. Mason

said, “Of course.

him

not enough to express

feel free to ask for more

the childish remark—it seemed the

things go.

her forehead

her stride out of the

this a bit much? It’s

you’re leaving early?”

her stride, Rose turned to

been acting like this.”

off guard, Morrison stumbled over his

sweet cake. I hate

shame because the vegan

our

Rose’s

caught up to her in a few long steps and

out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping

around Morrison’s neck.

saw Morrison’s

“You scared me to death! What are

took large steps forward, holding her in his

to eat cake.”

you don’t

to eat cake, but I’m planning

with it.”

flushed a sudden

mix of exasperation

“Well, that cheeky boy.

had countless memories of clashing with Morrison, but none were

shamelessly rogue. And she found herself at a loss on how to

version of him.

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