CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT: CONFLICT AT ITS PEAK

~MAE~ I breathed heavily, brushing my hair backward with my fingers while sniffing back my tears. The gatekeeper approached me with a confused look, and a glare from me stopped him in his tracks. “Mademoiselle—” “One more word from you, and you’re fired!” I yelled, and my tears flowed freely, betraying me. Charles was right! George was losing interest in me already, and that's why he left even without caring about me! I walked back into the house, ignoring the gatekeeper, who still had his gaze glued to me. Getting back to the sitting room, I angrily threw away all the plates on the dining table, pouring and messing the floor with the food George had prepared. “Maybe I don't deserve to be happy!” I cried, rushing upstairs. When I got to the room, I fell heavily on the bed, pouring my tears out. What if he left to terminate the contract? Was I going to leave a wretched life forever? I walked over to where I'd dropped my phone, and on picking it up, I dialed Charles' number imme