Hansel burst into his bedroom and flung the closet doors open like a madman. Then, he rushed to Mirandaâs walkâin closet.
All the designer bags, clothes, watches, and jewelry he had gifted her were neatly arranged inside. Not a single item was missing.
Hanselâs gaze landed on a cherry quartz bracelet. His breath quickened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.
He clearly remembered that it was a birthday gift he;d brought back. from abroad for Miranda during their third year together.
Cherry sounded like the word, âcherishâ. This gift was a reminder to Miranda that she was the most cherished person in his life. Back then, sheâd loved the bracelet dearly and had worn it all the time.
And yet, sheâd even left the bracelet behind, as if sheâd abandoned her love for him along with it. owns all © content.
Hansel sank onto the edge of the bed. He suddenly realized that Miranda wasnât throwing a tantrum. She truly meant every word sheâd said. This time, she was really serious about breaking up with him.
Suddenly, Martha heard a loud crash. Startled, she quickly ran upstairs.
As she reached the entrance of the walkâin closet, she ran into Hansel, who stormed past her. His expression was dark and foreboding.
âMr. Johnsonâ¦â Martha called out. She wanted to ask what had happened, but he didnât even spare her a glance as he walked away.
Martha turned her head and gasped in shock. The walkâin closet was a complete mess.
The expensive jewelry cabinet had been smashed to smithereens, new clothes with tags still attached to them were strewn everywhere, and
the bohemian rug had been ripped to pieces.
Martha recalled how sheâd just cleaned the kitchen and disposed of a
pot of spoiled soup, and now she had to clear away the wreckage in the bedroom.
She could only sigh. The life of a hired help was truly a tough one!
The club was filled with psychedelic lights and scantily clad young people dancing to tacky numbers in the center of the stage. Hansel sat in a corner, drinking alone.
He ordered a bottle of whiskey and downed large gulps one after another. He didnât seem to be enjoying the drink but more like venting his frustrations.
The dim lights lit up his face from time to time. His wellâdefined features were shrouded in a cold air, which added an extra layer of allure and intrigue to him.
Women passing by were drawn to his mysterious vibe inexplicably. Some of them couldnât help but approach him, ignoring the standoffish
air he exuded.
âHey, handsome. Drinking alone is quite boring. How about I join you?â A woman in an offâshoulder top leaned into him slightly, revealing her wellâendowed figure. Any normal man wouldâve taken a second look at her sexy cleavage.
However, Hansel just shot a cold glance at her. âGet lost!â
His dark, intimidating gaze was enough to scare her away at first glance. The woman left immediately, fearing to stay for even a second longer.
After driving the bothersome fly away, Hansel continued drowning
himself in alcohol.
He quickly emptied the bottle of whiskey, and he raised his hand to call for a waiter. In a daze, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
He rushed toward the figure frantically and grabbed the womanâs arm from behind. âMiâ¦.â
The woman turned around angrily. However, her initial anger
transformed into a sweet smile when she saw how handsome Hansel
was.
She pressed herself against him and said, âHey, handsome. Are you looking for me?â
Hansel realized heâd mistaken her for someone else. Frowning, he withdrew his hand. Miranda would never be so forward. âIâm sorry, I mistook you for someone else.â
The woman pouted in disappointment and muttered under her breath. as she watched him walk away. âIs he even a man? Why would he refuse a woman throwing herself at him?â
Hansel couldnât stay a minute longer in this smoky and suffocating place. He finished the last bit of his drink in the glass. Grabbing his coat, he headed for the exit.
When he was near the exit, someone called out to him, âHans!â