The Divorcee Who Shines

Chapter 137 Warmth

Chapter 137 Warmth

"Holly... don't go..." Shannon pretended to hold onto Holly, heartbroken. "Brendon probably wants to make up with Ranita, so I won't disturb them! I'll pack up and leave soon, making room for Ranita so she doesn't have to see me unhappy."

"Shannon! What are you talking about? My brother would never reconcile with Ranita! He only has you in his heart!" Holly was extremely angry and full of contempt for Ranita. "Ranita is nothing; she was kicked out and now dreams of entering Boulderland Mansion again!"

"Shannon, rest assured and recover from your injuries! I'll go settle the score with her!" Holly ran off in a rage while Shannon's soft face flashed a barely noticeable smile before getting out of bed unsteadily.

Meanwhile, Brendon was tormenting the hated Ranita.

By the time they finished cleaning up and sat down at the table, it was already past ten o'clock.

Brendon made breakfast.

"It's just okay; please bear with it," Brendon looked somewhat surprised by his own cooking skills or lack thereof.

"It's fine," said Ranita as she took a few bites but didn't feel like eating anymore.

She felt tired.

Her stomach also felt heavy; regret filled her heart.

She shouldn't have spoiled Brendon like this without considering whether or not it would affect their child.

Ranita planned on contacting Steve later when suddenly he pinched one of her fingers.

"If you're not going to eat anything, then why are you daydreaming?"

Ranita pulled back her finger while lowering eyelashes irritably saying, "I'm thinking about work."

At the mention of work, Brendon's expression darkened slightly.

He remembered that soon enough Rantia will be leaving Stuart's Corp. Thinking back on what he saw in his study earlier, he put down his fork asking, "After leaving Stuart's Corp., are you going to Greece? What about your studio? Are you closing it?"

Ranita paused momentarily.

Didn't he know what happened regarding his sister?

If only he paid more attention...

The studio that she had worked hard on wasn't hers anymore.

Luckily, Ranita wasn't too bothered. In the translation world, her name was a golden ticket - she could easily start another studio if needed.

"I'm not going to," Ranita replied vaguely.

"Why not?" Brendon pressed on. "Didn't you say before that you wanted to run the studio well and take it public?"

Ranita's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect him to remember.

"That was just a joke. How can a small studio go public? Besides, I'm not as smart or good at making money as you are." Ranita made more money than an average person through translation, but compared to Brendon, it was like comparing apples and oranges.

Brendon stared at her intently with a glint in his eyes. Ranita praised him for being smart and good at making money! He felt proud and arrogant. "Um... you're actually very talented and excellent too."

Ranita had excellent personal qualities - she studied well, was intelligent, beautiful with an air of elegance. If she hadn't said that her parents were ordinary peasants herself, anyone would have mistaken her for being born into an affluent family as a rich young lady.

"Thank you!"

Unfortunately, no matter how talented or excellent she was, she couldn't make its way into his heart.

The atmosphere between them rarely felt so relaxed and pleasant; Ranita didn't want to break it up. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

After finishing their meal together, Ranita washed the dishes while her phone rang out loud. Being covered in foam, Ranita had no choice but to ask Brendon for help, "Brendon, could you please hand me my phone?"

Brendon got up from the sofa and reached out for the phone, but paused midway through reaching out. His voice filled with meaning and he asked, "Are you still secretly contacting that old man?"

Bad woman! Is goingto Greece just an excuse? Does she really want to become someone else's third wife in Dubai?