Cassandra was stunned. She nearly let it slip. “Daisy just gave me a bunch of clothes a moment ago.”
“Where are they?” Cameron asked.
“She said her assistant would send them over in a few days.”
Cameron said softly, “You’re my wife, and you can afford any clothes you want. Why would you need
someone else’s hand–me–downs?”
“She’s a celebrity. Everything she wears is haute couture and has only been worn once. What’s wrong with
that?”
Cameron said, “If you want any couture in the future, just tell me. You don’t need to go through her.”
Cassandra looked completely uninterested, but Cameron was in high spirits. He pulled her into the mall. She had no idea what he was so happy about. When she asked him about it, he simply said, “It’s a secret.”
Perfect. Now, they each had a secret. In every sense, they were even now.
“By the way, did I hurt you last night?” Cameron asked.
He glanced at her bandaged earlobe with a trace of guilt in his eyes. “Did you get it treated?”
Their fight last night had gotten so intense that the gauze from the hospital had somehow come off, and she didn’t even know when it happened. When Cassandra woke up that morning, the wound was still bleeding a little, so she stuck on a bandage.
She nodded. “It’s fine. It’ll heal in a few days.”
“Why did you suddenly decide to wear earrings last night? You never liked jewelry before.”
“I saw Annabelle wearing them. They looked good on her, so I thought I’d give it a shot.”
Cameron frowned slightly. “I’ve told you that nothing actually happened between me and her. You don’t
need to keep holding onto it.”
“I’m not holding onto anything. Even if something did happen, so what? It’s not like things between me
and Professor Myers are clear either.”
Cameron fell silent for a moment, then said, “Let’s skip this topic.”
At this point, whether Cameron had slept with Annabelle or not didn’t really matter to Cassandra
anymore. In his mind, it was already a done deal that she had spent the night with Javier.
It was hard to believe that he hadn’t done anything with Annabelle, especially if he had wanted to make things “even“.
Besides, Annabelle had clearly gone to their main bedroom. When Cassandra went to shower this
morning, she noticed signs that the bathtub had been used. There were strands of long hair near the drain. They were brown–exactly the same color as Annabelle’s.
Cassandra had long hair too, but hers was black.
As they passed the jewelry section Annabelle worked at, they spotted the store manager. Out of professional instinct, Sylvia Preston spotted Cassandra first and greeted her with a smile, “Ms. Blake, welcome! Annabelle called in sick today, so I’ll be helping you…”
Halfway through her sentence, she noticed Cameron too. He was the same man who often came by and clearly had a close relationship with Annabelle–her sugar daddy. Even worse, that sugar daddy was now walking in holding the rich woman’s hand. The smile on Sylvia’s face froze awkwardly.
Yet Cassandra gave her a nod and waved. “Thanks, but I’m not buying jewelry today.”
Sylvia’s eyes moved from Cassandra to Cameron. She was unsure whether she should greet him too.
Cassandra turned to Cameron and asked, “Do you want to buy jewelry?”
Cameron quickly pulled her past the jewelry section. “Let’s check out the clothes.”
As soon as they left, the entire jewelry section behind them erupted in gossip. The first floor of the mall was filled with jewelry counters from all the top brands.
Everyone working there used to envy Annabelle. Not only did she have a sugar daddy boosting her sales, but she also had a rich woman who doted on her alone.
Annabelle was the most admired and envied woman in the entire mall. But now that the sugar daddy and the rich woman clearly had something going on, everyone could no longer hold back. The gossip spread like wildfire.