Chapter 22

“Well, what happened was…”

The maid trembled in fear as she explained what had happened a few days ago.

“So you made my clothes like this for her to wear? You’re calling that an excuse?!”

“We’re ordered by the lord. We had no choice…”

“Are you kidding me?”

Rebecca shouted. Her fierce movements caused her alluring red hair to flutter around wildly.

“You have no idea how hard I worked to get this! I’ve waited three months to finally get it!”

Unable to contain her anger, Rebecca swiped the tablecloth from the table.

As the tablecloth swept away, the tea cups, which had been placed on top of the table, spilled onto the floor. The sound of glass shattering from the cups and plates echoed loudly in the room.

The maids were at a loss at what to do.

“Please calm down, Madam.”

“Shut up!”

Rebecca wanted to pretend to be a marquise, even though she was not married to Philip, and Anthony had not inherited the marquis position.

For this reason, all the servants at the Chartus mansion referred to “Rebecca” as “Madam”.

“Where the hell is Philip? What is he doing that’s keeping him from coming here until now?”

“He’s gone out for a bit. He’ll be back soon.”

“Out? Interesting!”

Rebecca spun around and slammed the door behind her, causing the startled maids to rush to follow her.

“Philip!”

“Oh, Rebecca.”

As Rebecca opened the door to look for Philip, she found him standing in front of the door, planning to enter. Philip greeted Rebecca as if he had been waiting for her forever.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes at him and an angry voice followed.

“If they said you were out, why are you here?”

“I just got back. I just had to stop by somewhere.”

“I sent a message that I was coming today! But how could you do this?”

“Rebecca.”

Philip held Rebecca’s shoulder, trying to soothe her, but she replied by throwing the dress she carried at his feet.

“Here, explain this to me.”

Philip frowned as he looked at Rebecca. He was used to her nagging and whining all the time. She couldn’t go a day or two without finding something new to whine about, but lately, it had become even more tiresome to keep up with.

Despite being irritated and fed up on the inside, he flashed a fake smile and soothed Rebecca.

“Why are you doing this again? There were circumstances, you know.”

Philip tried to laugh it off, but Rebecca wasn’t going to let it slide. Her eyes became more sharp.

“So what the hell was the reason?!”

Philip briefly explained what happened, but unfortunately to little avail. Rebecca’s lips twitched and her face turned red as she screamed.

“So you ended up messing up my dress for her to wear! Why this of all things?! You know how much I cherished this dress…”

Rebecca continued to scream over and over, stomping her feet in frustration. Every time Rebecca exploded like this, it was very difficult to stop her.

Philip tried to control the frustration that was building up in him.

‘I don’t think I can take this temper tantrum anymore.’

It was only through backing and luck that Philip had been able to get this far, and Rebecca’s contribution wasn’t small.

Although she was only from a viscount house, she was the only child of the Vallouse family, who had amassed great wealth through various successful business investments.

The Vallouse couple had smothered their daughter with love and affection. They had struggled to conceive her, so they listened to whatever she requested. Thanks to their love and support, Rebecca grew up to be a naïve and ignorant young woman.

When Philip met her, it took no time to recognize her personality.

Philip pretended to accidentally encounter Rebecca. He was a tall man with deceptive speech and manners that allowed him to manipulate others.

Her encounter with Philip reminded Rebecca of the fated love she had read in romance novels. Her heart was captivated by his fake kindness and tenderness, and before she knew it, she was completely and hopelessly in love with him.

[Don’t even think about appearing in front of my daughter again!]

Philip was already married to Adele, and Viscount and Viscountess Vallouse were fiercely against him.

[If you separate Philip from me, I’ll just jump out of here and end my life!]

However, when Rebecca made a fuss that she would die if it wasn’t Philip, the Viscount and his wife had no choice but to give up trying to persuade her.

All the Viscount and his wife could do was do as their daughter wished and just try their best to prevent their affair from coming to light.

They continued to meet in that way, and after Adele’s death, they were able to reveal their relationship.

They didn’t look favourably in the aristocratic society, but that didn’t stop them from dating. If anything were to happen, neither of them had a spouse.