Chapter 278 Not His Style


    At some point, he added a dresser in his room, which is filled with cosmetics.


    And, those are all the brands that I usually use.


    The closet is filled with the newest collections, dresses, pants, suits, anything to think of. I don’t know if


    Frances picked these, but they are all my style.


    From the moment I told him I wanted to marry him, only one hour has passed, he didn’t have the time


    to prepare all this.


    Unless, he already knew that I aming back. I suddenly understand what he means when he says, I


    am never going to get away from him.


    I don’t know why Frances is doing all this, I don’t understand what he is thinking, I have never been


    able to guess, and now I don’t want to try anymore.


    “Thank you.”


    I show him my simple appreciation, and say to him while looking at this room, “But you have stored


    everything in your own room,ter I will have to move it all to my own, that’s a lot of struggle.”


    “Your room? We are married, why wouldn’t we stay in the same room?” Frances looks at me with


    raised brows. His lips are showing a slight smile.


    I suddenly feel anxious.


    And then I realize that the decision I made under impulse, is so absurd.


    It is too hard for me to sleep in the same bed with someone I hate. I am afraid I won’t be able to control


    my feelings, my impulse to kill him.


    I can’t.


    “I... I am not ready yet. Can you give me some more time?” I say this in a very light voice, with the


    sound of begging in it.


    Actually I know that Frances won’t agree to my request. When I used to be his mistress, he has always


    only done what he liked, why will he listen to me now.


    Not to sleep with me after already being married, Frances wasn’t such a gentleman.


    “Alright, I will ask someone to move your things to your own room.” He says, and then he goes into the


    office room, and closes the door behind himself.


    I feel as if I am in a dream.


    He agrees?


    This doesn’t look like something he will do at all.


    Even though I feel very surprised, but at the same time very fortunate. I don’t have to live with Frances


    in the same room, this takes a lot of pressure off my heart.


    Only a few momentster, someonees to help me move my stuff into the room next door.


    It has been half a year since I entered this roomst time.


    Nothing has changed inside, it is still the same as I left it. Not a single dust corn is to be seen, it seems


    someonees to clean regrly.


    After they put away all my things, I close the door and lie down on the bed, tired. I take out the red


    certificate.


    I open it to the page with our picture.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    I actually really am married to Frances now.


    Something I never even dared to think about before, is now reality, but I have no way to be happy


    about it.


    There will never be a happy ending between me and Frances.


    He has hurt me too much with what he has done, and now I am only back to destroy him.


    Lying on the bed I suddenly feel something poking me in my back.


    I roll over and move the nket away, only to see a little button.


    The color seems to match Frances’ suit.


    Has he been lying on this bed?


    This is not his room, why would hee to lie down on my bed?


    I pick up his button, confused, and put it on the night stand next to my bed, then I take a shower then I


    come back to my room.


    I am a little afraid Frances mighte over to the bathroom, so I take a chair and put it in front of the


    door. If Franceses in, I will hear him.


    I am back in this house to take my revenge, so it’s for the better if nothing physical happens between


    me and him.


    The only problem is, I don’t know how much longer I can drag it out.