Married to The Scandalous Billionaire

r brow furrowed as she realized the car she was in was not making its way

t want to look anxious or worried in front of the man. Whatever

ry hotel. Brent turned to look at Beverley. "Don't go anyw

watched the man leave with narr

o meet a woman. The woman was wearing a red dress that was quite revealing. If

ough her face was quite hidden, there was a familiar feeling

t seemed to pull the woman's body into a hug. The man

ent's body warmly. In the basement, it was quite quiet because they

st. "Who is she?" She asked the driver

hat. Maybe you can ask Mr. Olive

ourse, the driver wouldn't want to te

nd. This is not impossible, right? Or maybe, the guy also flirted

s. God, how could she marry a man like Brent?

o walk side by side into the elevator. It looks l

, entered the hotel together. What else could they do if

ecause she was jealous, but because she wa

y really wants to go on a date with another woman, he should a

" Beverley cu

now!" she orde

ver asked you to st

sticking to that bastard's orders. But I'm still go

got out of the car. He moved to block Beverley's steps

get his anger, not you," Beverley replied nonchalantly. "Now,

e. He thought the woman in front of him would whine and ask to be b

where are

th other women, then I can also have fun with oth

ut I forgot. It looks like he won't be looking for me." Beverley looked

ad in disbelief. "The insane Mr. Oliver has finally

l building. In that troublesome wedding dress, she stepped down the street. The h

less woman? Huh, even if he has a thousand lovers,

to Katy's cafe. Instead of being a wife waiting for her husband to make o

essions. Maybe they were surprised and confused to se

l. Not out of shame, she just didn't want anyone to know sh

of her feet were starting to hurt, but she didn't really care. That kind of p

u sell me, betray me, or whatever. I promise to live well. I wouldn't

tion on her face. He

*

n in red onto the bed. His body began to rise again

ery hurt to see you have become another woman

on't lov

threw the object at random. Her hand moved to touch Brent's chest, whi

an's lips. "I promis