The waiter brought over some whiskey. Rosalie picked up a bottle and poured a full glass for Credence. Her mesmerizing gaze stared at his handsome and straight features as she blinked away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Credence, have a drink.”
“After I finish this cup, come back with me.”
He did not take the seat next to Rosalie. Instead, he sat down across from her. His long and slender fingers were fiddling with the phone in his palm, his face expressionless.
She said, “No, I won’t do that. I don’t want to go back.”
Rosalie raised her hands and swayed her hips to the other end of the small bar. She clung to Credence’s iron-cold arms. Her delicate fingers touched the warm skin underneath his black shirt, and her soft voice softened a few degrees. “Credence, take me back to the villa and spend a long night with me. Only then will I go back with you.”
Credence calmly replied, “Don’t make trouble. I’ve told you before that I will do what I must only after we get married.”
He withdrew his right arm that Rosalie was holding onto. He gently lifted the glass of alcohol with his long fingers, placed it between his thin lips, and took a sip of it.
The highly-concentrated whiskey burned his throat, and the indisposed look in his eyes gradually turned icy.
“Credence, there’s still two months until our wedding, though. You can make me feel the joy and happiness of being your wife in advance, can’t you?”
Once again, Credence rejected her suggestion without hesitation. A painful expression appeared on Rosalie’s beautiful face.
He narrowed his elongated eyes. There was only a small mouthful of fine whiskey left in his glass. He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He slowly stood up from his seat, never showing any abnormal expressions ever since the moment he walked into the bar.
He stretched his lips and smiled. “You know my temper. Once I’ve made up my mind, there’s no more room for negotiation.”
After that, Credence cast a glance at the several bumbling gangsters in the corner and quickly withdrew his gaze. Rosalie, who was drunk and lying on the seat from a high position, said expressionlessly, “I don’t want to go. I’ll just stay here and wait till people come to collect my corpse.”
Rosalie looked at him in a daze with her head raised. Credence was charming, yet was always impatient with her. She smiled bitterly, “Credence, if I hadn’t been targeted by these hooligans, you wouldn’t have come to the bar to look for me.”
“You’re right.”
Credence no longer looked at her anymore. He paid the bill and slowly strode to the doors of the bar.
He had long suppressed his surging instinct to rush over here, but Rosalie was the one who did not want to leave with him. Whatever happened next was due to her own accords.
Looking at how determined Credence was as he walked away, Rosalie’s heart ached terribly.
She had known that he would come to fetch her, but even after coming, he failed to tolerate her for even an extended period of time, not even wanting to stay for long.
However, she loved him and only him, thus what else could she do?
Even if he was still the same, only occasionally willing to give her a little bit of warmth, she was still reluctant to let him go. She was like a moth drawn to a flame and she wanted nothing other than to pounce on him fanatically and rail him.
Her love for him would not change, even if she got hurt.
Rosalie swallowed down the bitterness and sadness in her throat. She suddenly stood up from the seat, stumbled, and followed him. She rushed to Credence who was far away at the door of the bar and said softly, “Credence, I’ll go with you, so wait up.”
Upon hearing Rosalie’s pitiful cries, Credence stopped in his tracks. He inserted his hands into his pockets, slowly turned around and looked at her with sharp eyes. He said calmly, “I hope this will only happen once. Also, there’s no need for you to go to Dorothy’s place if nothing important comes up.”
“I will give you what I must, but don’t fantasize about the things you can’t have.”
How could Rosalie not understand the hidden meaning behind those words?
Her heart tightened in an instant, and she felt a stabbing pain.
She suppressed her immense jealousy and panic as she held her handbag. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palm. She could not help but tremble slightly. Her face was full of tenderness. “Credence, I know what you mean. I will take your words to heart and remember them clearly. I’m already very satisfied to be your wife. I won’t dream of anything else. Really, as long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy!”
Credence looked at her teary eyes as she smiled under the moonlight. Her face was so lovely till it could move people’s emotions.
She was such a delicate and beautiful woman, who was three years younger than Dorothy, so of course, she would be able to win the favor of any man.
However, he was not part of those men. No matter how pitiful she looked, his heart never wavered.
However, since he had been with her for so many years, he was used to her existence, too. Giving her the title of Mrs. Scott was just compensation on his behalf.
Seeing tears well up in her eyes and her smile at him without any complaints, Credence’s heart, which had been harder than a diamond, started to soften.
“Let’s go. I will send you back to the villa in the south of the city first. The interior design there is good.”
That villa had been his engagement gift to Rosalie.
Since he had complimented her on the villa’s interior design, did that mean that he was satisfied with her?
Rosalie got into Credence’s car in a highly expectant mood and let him drive her straight to the destination.
After getting out of the car, Rosalie went to the front of the car, reached the front door of the driver’s seat, and called him softly through the winding window, “Credence, I know Dorothy is also waiting for you to go back, but can you not go back to her? I beg you, Credence, can you give me the last bit of dignity?”
Credence remained silent as he stared at Rosalie’s sorrowful face. After looking at her for a long time, he nodded his head and fired the engine, leaving.
At that moment, Rosalie controlled her impulse to kill someone to vent her anger. She rushed into the bedroom that was supposed to be the room where they would experience wedding night, collapsed on the red silk cloth and shed tears of pain.
She had schemed for so many times, putting in so much time into every single one of them, but in the end, Dorothy was still forced to stay by Credence’s side as his mistress. This was not the result she wanted at all.
She thought of the way he had looked at her in the bar that night. Although he knew that those gangsters obviously held bad intentions towards her, his eyes had still been calm.
If he cared about her, even if just for a little bit, how could he have remained calmer than a stagnant pool of water?
Her scheme against Dorothy had turned out to be a failure.
What should she do?
What could she do?
Rosalie’s eyes shone with a sinister and terrifying light. Everything had happened because of that d*mned sl*t, Dorothy!
Credence could only be hers. She would never allow any other woman to take him away from her.
…
Credence returned to the villa where Dorothy had been imprisoned. It was completely dark. Obviously, the woman who had a death wish had no intention of waiting for him to come back to spend the good night with him.
He unlocked the door with his fingerprint, turned on the lights, changed his shoes, and walked in.
As he walked past the living room, he took a meaningful look at the guest room that Dorothy was occupying. He saw that the copper lock on the door was still there and was tightly shut. For some reason, he did not have any interest in it anymore.
Walking upstairs, he stepped into the sunroom on the open-air balcony on the second floor. He laid lazily on the sofa and smelled the remaining light scent. It was sweet and pleasant, one that people would not grow tired of easily. The scent of Dorothy’s body made him feel comfortable and inexplicably warm.
As Credence relaxed his mind and soul, he could fall asleep.
However, after Credence closed his eyes for a little while, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the sofa.
It had not been an illusion. He really had heard an ear-piercing alarm!