But Cyrus spoke first.
“You’ve brought shame upon both the Simmons and Hernandez families. Ever since you planned to become engaged to me, you’ve made me utterly repulsed.”
His gaze turned icy as he locked eyes with Melody.
“However, you’re not wrong. I like Noelle, and I want to marry her. So, our engagement would be nothing more than a cruel joke. And this time, I’ll break it off no matter what.”
The moment those words left his mouth, not only Melody, but also Lucinda and Noelle stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock.
Melody fell back in horror, and Galen rushed to steady her.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as she couldn’t accept it.
“What’s so special about this bitch? She doesn’t compare to me in terms of family background, education, or on any level! Only you and I are a perfect match, can’t you see that?”
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“Melody, even if every woman in the world vanished, I would never marry you.
Do you understand me loud and clear?” Leave my house immediately with your men! Seeing your face alone irritates me!” Cyrus stared at her with distain.
Melody’s face was streaked with tears as she shot a fierce glare at Noelle, who stood beside Lucinda.
“Cyrus, you’re breaking our engagement again for this bitch? I promise you’ll regret it!”
She gritted her teeth and stormed out with her men.
As soon as Melody left, Lucinda walked to Cyrus and asked in disbelief, “Did you mean what you just said? Do you really Like Noelle?”
What he said hit her with such force that it took her a while to regain her composure.
“If that’s the case, I never should have brought her here. My best friend as my sister-in-law? Talk about a strange twist! Cyrus, you can’t do that!”
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Instead of directly answering her question, he deflected, “It’s getting late. You should head to work now. I have something to discuss with Miss Moran alone.”
“Okay.”
Lucinda cast a concerned glance at Noelle, who seemed lost in thought.
Once only Cyrus and Noelle remained in the Living room, he shut the door, and made his way to the sofa with intense eyes.
“Take a seat, Miss Moran,” he said, gesturing towards the couch.
“Okay.”
Noelle posture was stiff as she positioned herself at the far end of the small sofa, creating a noticeable distance between them.
Possibly feeling a bit embarrassed, he opened the drawer, took out a cigar, lit it.