Chapter 6

Dorothy bowed slightly. "Yes, Madam." She led a few maids around Lucien and headed straight upstairs. Lucien pointed at Eleanor, fuming. "You-you're being completely unreasonable!" But in front of Eleanor, who was obviously pissed, his anger still lost a few notches. He didn't dare push things too far with her. Not long after, the maids came back down with an armful of fancy boxes and bags, dumping them right at Angelina's feet. Eleanor pointed at the pile and snapped, "Take your stuff and get out!" Angelina's eyes instantly welled with tears, and they started falling uncontrollably. She looked like the typical pitiful heroine in a soap opera, as if the Godfreys were the villains bullying her for no reason. Lucien immediately pulled her behind him. "Mrs. Carmody, this is really unnecessary. If you don't like her, fine-I'll take her and go." He paused, glancing at Calliope. "I owe you an apology for today. But I'm not changing my decision." Then he tightened his hold on Angelina's hand. "If I've chosen someone, I won't let go." He turned around, pulling Angelina along without looking back. "This got out of hand..." Jonathan sighed, looking conflicted, and hurried after them. "Lucien, Angelina, wait!" Angelina stopped and turned around to Jonathan, her eyes still glistening. "Mr. Godfrey, I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble." Jonathan's heart ached a little seeing her like that. "Don't say that. This isn't your fault." He leaned in closer and spoke softly, "Angelina, don't forget our deal. Be at the company on Monday. The Technical Director position is still waiting for you." Angelina nodded gently. "Okay, Mr. Godfrey. I won't forget. Thank you." Just as Lucien and Angelina stepped out of the Godfrey mansion, another clatter came from behind them. Thud! Thud! Thud! Those bags and boxes got tossed out again. A few of the fancy boxes even popped open, and their contents spilled all over the place. Angelina turned to look at the jewelry and accessories she'd cherished over the past six months, now strewn across the ground like they were trash. Her expression twisted with hurt and embarrassment. Lucien gave the mess a quick glance, pulled her into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Forget it. Whatever you need from now on, I'll get it for you. We don't need any of that junk."