Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 5

"No."

A single slap couldn't possibly ease her anger.

Benedict gently lifted the hand she'd struck him with, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "Did it hurt when you hit me? I'll get you some ice when we're home, and I'll give you a reasonable explanation. Don't waste your anger on people who don't matter."

Cynthia lowered her eyes, a shadow of sorrow flickering beneath her lashes.

So this was the nature of men, she thought. Unless they were caught in the act, they'd never admit they were wrong.

"People who don't matter?" Her voice was icy.

"You mean Miss Channing?"

Cynthia tilted her head, glancing over at Giselle.

The audacious glint that Giselle had when she'd first walked into the shop was gone. What remained was a pale, frozen figure—a mannequin drained of life.

"Yes." Benedict's reply was firm and immediate, leaving no room for doubt.

Giselle's face blanched even further.

Without another word, Cynthia strode toward her own car outside the bridal boutique.

Benedict caught her hand, pulling her firmly to his side. "Take my car. I'll drive you home."

She tried to pull free, but his grip was unyielding. Unable to shake him off, she was forced to walk beside him toward his car.

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