Sadly, the poor woman didn’t even realize she was being used like a pawn.
“Enough,” I said coldly. “Miss Young, the engagement between us is over. But don’t you think bringing in a new groom at the last minute is going a bit too far?”
Then I pointed straight at her assistant. “I just want to know one thing. Whose idea was that ‘marital agreement’?”
Observing Felicity, she might be spoiled and arrogant, but she wasn’t stupid enough to come up with something that twisted. There was clearly more going on beneath the surface.
Trevor's POV
Felicity's eyes then flickered to the assistant at her side, and that little movement confirmed my suspicion.
“Whose idea it was has nothing to do with you,” she snapped. “A real man keeps his word. You want to go back on your words now?”
I raised an eyebrow and let out a short, cold laugh. “I’m not. I just think someone’s been trying to drive a wedge between me and you, Miss Young.”
Then I turned toward Mr. Watts as I continued, “Don’t you think all this looks staged?”
I’d hoped to appeal to a little common sense, at least for the sake of her father, but she wouldn’t have it.
“Trevor,” she snarled, “I warn you: stop stirring trouble.”