Chapter 98 The Lies

Cordelia couldn't bring herself to grovel to Benedict. She hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she apologize? It was all his being too domineering. "Mrs. Cordelia, a wise man knows when to yield. Mr. Benedict is actually quite easy to placate." Victor chimed in and tried to be helpful. "I'd only be giving him more chances to push me around if I try to pacify him. Who knows what strange rules he'll come up with to bully me next time." Cordelia retorted. Cordelia was unwilling. Victor had no choice but to turn back and go inside. Under the moon's gentle glow, Cordelia and Goliath's silhouettes stretched across the courtyard. Cordelia's legs felt numb as if she were standing on sharp nails, yet she remained rooted to the spot. Upstairs in the study, Benedict stood at his desk, his freshly bathed body emitting a woody fragrance. Water droplets still clung to his eyebrows, and his silk black pajamas shimmered faintly in the lamplight. A string of pearls adorned his wrist, and he