Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 547

Her voice caught in her throat.

“If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up,” Harrison said flatly from the other end.

“Harrison, wait!” Felicity cried out. “I’m picking out a wedding dress. I know you’re too busy to be here, and don’t worry, I won’t bother you about it again.”

“Is that all you called to say?”

Even through the phone, she could feel his desire to end the call reaching a breaking point.

“I texted Selene earlier,” she rushed to say. “She asked why I wasn’t getting a Valeriana Couture gown. She assumed you’d be flying me to Italy to pick one out. It was obvious she was mocking me for choosing an off-the-rack dress. Harrison, you don’t want Selene looking down on you, do you? I’m about to be your wife. You can’t let her laugh at you.”

A cold, humorless chuckle echoed from her phone. “You’re the one wearing the cheap dress, not me. You could show up in rags for all I care; it wouldn’t affect me in the slightest. Don’t try to provoke me, Felicity. Did you really think a few words from Selene would make me spend millions on you? Who knows whose kid you’re even carrying.”

His voice was glacial, each word a needle piercing her eardrums, her heart pounding as it pumped hot blood through her veins. Her expression twisted into a snarl.

“Harrison, do I mean so much less to you than Selene? I’m the one who’s been by your side the longest!”

“She’s the mother of my children,” he roared back. “What are you?!”

The furious shout felt like it ruptured her eardrum, leaving a dull ringing in her head.

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