Chapter 295

Wayne knew there was no point in arguing or explaining himself. Everyone thought he was a womanizer who changed girlfriends like he was changing clothes, but he didn't care. The public could think whatever they wanted about him. "Who knows? All that matters is that I get to go to the mixer. Don't worry, Aunt Caroline," Joanne reassured her aunt before hanging up. She then shot a begrudging look at Wayne like he was the bearer of all her misfortune. "Nothing good ever happens to me when you show up! Do me a favor and bring me good news when you come by the next time, will you?" "Good news? Hah! The only good news you'll hear from me is about our marriage—" He had meant it as a joke but caught himself when he saw the dark look on Joanne's face. "Marriage, my ass! I'd sooner join a convent than marry you!" she spat, her blood boiling. She wouldn't marry Wayne even if he were the last man on earth. In all his years, Joanne was the only person who had ever shown such blatant disdain to