The Billionaire's Accidental Bride (Emma and Eric) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

After simply cleaning and organizing the rental apartment for more than an hour, it was finally barely livable.

I curled up on the sofa with my exhausted body and opened my phone, only to find that the secretly

taken news had been deleted,

The reason given was “violation of regulations.”

Such a swift and decisive move immediately brought to mind the image of an elegant middle–aged

Woman.

The Roberts family’s matriarch, Roberts‘ strong–willed mother,

In her eyes, seemingly no woman in the world was worthy of her son.

Let alone worthy of stepping through the Roberts family’s door.

When Hugo and I first confirmed our relationship, he immediately excitedly took me to the Roberts‘

old mansion.

But we were harshly rejected by Mrs. Roberts.

The two of us stood awkwardly in the rain at the gate.

That day, her expression was cold, showing no trace of motherly love for her son.

“If you bring this woman, don’t ever step into this house again!”

Later, she directly had the gardener spray us with the garden hose. I had never been so humiliated.

Thinking about it now, perhaps he was with me just to defy his father.

Realizing this, I couldn’t help but curl my lips in a cold smile.

Bella thought she was different from me, but now it seems she’s just another stepping stone before the real Mrs. Roberts takes her place.

I couldn’t help but feel relieved.

rtunately, I saw everything clearly while there was still time, before I truly buried my life in the

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Roberts family.

Perhaps because I could finally relax after five years, I fell asleep right there on the sofa.

After a moment of silence, I waited coldly for his next words.

“Can I come in? I want to talk with you.”

“Sorry, unless you’re going to my father’s grave to apologize, I don’t think we have anything to talk about. Everything was clear back at the house.”

But Hugo’s figure still firmly blocked my way, preventing me from leaving.

flaughed in frustration, stepped back, and slammed the door shut.

The mighty Mr. Roberts experienced his first door slam in the face.

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I took out my phone to order takeout. When the delivery arrived and I opened the door, his figure was no longer there.

Indeed, it was just momentary guilt.

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