Chapter 2They Said I Was Too Wild for Him. They Were Right.

A flicker of turbulence flashed through Carter's indifferent eyes. Then, he lazily pulled out his phone and tossed it on the table.

"Spit it out. Who do you want me to delete this time? Who do you want me to fire?"

Once, I made him fire an assistant who "accidentally" spilled coffee on him just to touch his chest, and I made him delete the Dupont heiress who was constantly making eyes at him.

Back then, he looked at me with pure exhaustion. "It's like explaining color to a blind person."

I panicked.

Carter wasn't born into extreme wealth, but he became a rising star in the business world through his sheer intellect and Ivy League degrees.

And me? I dropped out of a garbage community college. We were worlds apart.

People around us constantly dropped hints, telling me to let Carter go so he could step into a broader world.

And that "broader world" was Chloe, the Dupont heiress.

Carter and I hadn't been together that long, and I didn't want to break up.

So, when I caught them on a date.

Sitting in the high-end, exclusive restaurant I had wanted to go to for ages but could never get a reservation for.

I didn't even dare to go up and expose them. I didn't dare question him.

Late that night, Carter came home.

I kept my tone casual.

"What were you up to? You're home so late."

Carter took off his jacket, answering carelessly.

"Had dinner with an important client."

My heart trembled. My eyes instantly welled up with tears, and I turned my back to him, refusing to speak.

He quietly walked up behind me and suddenly wrapped his arms around me.

"It's just that the liaison I was meeting with happened to be a woman, the Dupont heiress. Just out of basic courtesy, I drove her home, so it got a little late."

His tone was deep and gentle.

Carter rested his chin in the crook of my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin.

Even though it wasn't an overtly romantic gesture.

I still couldn't stop myself from blushing.

"Oh? So who's prettier? The Dupont heiress or me?"

It was just meant to be a flirty question, but it made Carter think for a long time before he finally answered.

"You guys have different styles. You can't just objectively say who is prettier."

His attitude snapped back to his usual serious demeanor, his tone turning cold.

"You shouldn't ask questions like that. Saying anyone is unattractive is just demeaning."

I was stunned by the lecture and pulled myself out of his embrace.

"But saying I'm pretty doesn't mean you're saying Miss Dupont is ugly. Why would it be demeaning? It's not like Miss Dupont is going to hear our private conversation, right?"

He pressed his lips together and stared at me, his eyes dark.

I felt incredibly wronged. From the day we got together until now, he had never once complimented me, nor had he shown any real affection.

I just wanted a little bit of favoritism. A tiny bit of proof.

But he just stood up in silence and walked upstairs without a moment's hesitation.

I got mad too. I wrapped myself in a blanket and slept on the living room couch all night.

For the entire night, I didn't sleep a wink, and Carter never came downstairs.

He just left me down there, completely alone.