Chapter 138 He Was Going To Get Engaged.
Peyton closed her eyes, prepared to be slapped. However, the imagined slap never came.
When Peyton opened her eyes again, all she saw was Nolan picking up the charcoal gray suit she had
chosen and leaving. Immediately after, he slammed the bedroom door shut, making a deafening noise.
There was only Peyton left in the room, and she weakly collapsed onto the ground.
No one knew that Peyton was so angry that her whole body was soaked in sweat, and she is still
trembling all over, not knowing if it was from anger or fear.
Just now, Nolanâs expression was incredibly terrifying, Peyton thought she wouldnât survive tonight.
Since Peyton and Nolan got together, she had never cursed at him like this. Not to mention her,
probably no one else had ever done such a thing.
Peyton touched her chest, and her heart in her chest was beating rapidly, still not having regained its
calmness.
A few minutes later, Olivia hurriedly ran up. She looked at Peytonâs pale face and sighed helplessly,
âMrs. Dalton, what did you just do? I have never seen Mr. Dalton so angry before.â
Peyton finally came to his senses and brushed his hair away from his face with a helpless smile. âItâs
nothing, I just had an argument with him.â
As soon as Olivia heard these words, she became unhappy and quickly sat beside Peyton, advising,
âMrs. Dalton, although Mr. Dalton has found a mistress outside, I always feel that he doesnât have
much affection for that woman. Even when you were not around, he used to come back to the Daltonâs
mansion to rest every day.â
âTake the incident of you and Chris disappearing, for example. Mr. Dalton stayed awake for several
days without cating or drinking. He was so well before, but he got sick from all the worry. You probably
donât know how many days Mr. Dalton was ill. He only started looking better these past two days.â
Olivia placed both hands on Peytonâs shoulders and said, âDonât blame me for meddling. I watched Mr.
Dalton grow up. You are the only woman he brought home. His feelings for you are truly incomparable
to ordinary people. If he did something wrong, he should be punished, but you shouldnât cut off his
sincere feelings for you.â
âReally?â Peyton thought of Nolanâs face again, a faint smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth. âI
canât afford such sincerity.â
âMrs. Daltonâ¦â
âStop talking, Olivia. I know whatâs going on,â Peyton didnât want to hear Olivia speak well of Nolan
anymore.
Olivia sighed deeply and said, âMrs. Dalton, I am doing this for your good. You know Mr. Daltonâs
temperament. If you insist on confronting him, in the end, it will be you who will suffer.â
Peyton was startled.
Peyton didnât like a single word of what Olivia said before, but the last sentence was indeed true.
âI can tell that Mr. Dalton has feelings for you. After all that has happened, Iâm afraid he wonât let you go
again. If you continue to resist
him, the only person who will benefit is that woman. Mrs. Dalton, life is long. If you canât make a choice,
why not make your days more.
comfortable? The path you are currently taking is a dead end that will only bring pain to both of you.â
Peyton thought about that island and remembered the unfinished tasks he had.
Peyton knew that if she was constantly confined here by Nolan, she would have no way out but death.
âI understood, Olivia.â
âYou understand, thatâs good. Actually, this man is just like a child. If you appease them, everything will
be fine. Mrs. Dalton, donât let that woman take advantage of you for no reason.â
Peyton still held the box to smash Nolan, thinking, âI had agreed to talk to him. This one smash might
completely destroy the little bit of affection between us.â
Sure enough, that afternoon, Peyton came across a message on their phone.
The originally postponed engagement banquet was scheduled for the end of this month.
In the scene, Nolan was wearing a serious expression in the ash gray suit chosen by Peyton, while
Helena was holding his arm with a -smiling face.
Peyton felt that Nolan and Helena looked like a perfect couple. Peyton -felt as if her healed wounds
were instantly torn open by someoneâs hand.