Her feet were rubbed by her high heels and with every step she took, the corridor echoed with a “click click” sound, which was particularly harsh.
Suddenly Harold stopped, his eyes full of impatience and after looking her up and down, she spoke suddenly. “You’re following me?”
Before Beatrice could react to what he meant, he said the second sentence, “If Sunset Villa has been arranged, you should move in as soon as possible. After all, it’s not convenient now.”
What an inconvenience! Beatrice’s heart trembled. She didn’t want to listen, so she just limped forward.
But when her show of weakness angered Harold, his brows furrowed again.
“It’s really annoying to change the shoes that don’t fit.”
A double entendre.
Beatrice’s face turned as pale as paper in an instant. She knew that Harold was warning her.
She also understood that she would be kicked out of the house sooner or later and she had to make room for her future sister-in-law.
She just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
She endured the discomfort in her feet, turned around with difficulty and nodded obediently.
“Brother, don’t worry. I will move out as soon as possible. And the shoes that don’t fit... I’ll get rid of them too.”