Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 33: Do you mind Scarlett Yates?

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Do you mind Scarlett Yates?

The night wind blew in coolly, dispersing the murky air.

After a round of false and polite exchanges, a look of fatigue appeared between his brows.

Moonlight poured in through the window, falling on the camel-colored soft carpet, where there were sparkling flashes between the carpet’s fibers.

These were the buttons that Rosie Wood had thrown away, which Henry Dales bent down to pick up.

The button was stepped on and deformed. Something Rosie had wanted to destroy wouldn’t have been preserved intact.

The small button pinched in his palm felt a bit cold, a bit bright. A fleeting clear figure flashed through his mind, too fast to catch before a streak of brightness appeared before his eyes.

Rosie was staring at his palm, fury in her eyes, "It’s just a few broken buttons, why bother picking them up?"

Henry slightly lifted his gaze, his look indifferent, "You care a lot about Scarlett Yates?"

Rosie paused, dismissively snorting, "Just a coarse, poor girl, why should I care about her? I just can’t stand her pretending to be so pure and innocent to get close to you all the time."

Henry didn’t say anything, turning slowly to walk to the window.

"Henry, are you blaming me?" The quieter he was, the angrier Rosie became, stomping over in her high heels, face cold with complaints, "She has ulterior motives, you saw it yourself. If she really were a naive girl, how could she end up in Matthew Saxon’s bed?"

Henry suddenly turned his head, his brow furrowed inadvertently, "She’s not that kind of woman."

"She’s not?" Rosie sneered coldly, "Don’t forget, when Matthew said those things, she didn’t deny it. Moreover, considering the Saxon Young Master’s status, if it wasn’t true, would he be talking nonsense?"

Seeing Henry still tightly clutching the button, jealousy erupted uncontrollably in her chest, she gritted her teeth in anger, "You don’t believe me?"

Suddenly, Henry raised his hand and threw the button out.

Outside was a large swimming pool.

He gently touched Rosie’s shoulder, lowered his head, his bright and warm eyes focused on her, "Rosie, you are my fiancée, and you will be my wife in the future. Your position is secure, nothing can affect it, and no one can damage it. There’s really no need to be jealous of someone irrelevant."

His actions were too swift.

Rosie was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what happened. As she looked up, her eyes met Henry’s gentle and profound gaze, her face suddenly flushed, her heartbeat quickened, giving her a feeling of dizziness.

Her eyes showed delight, and she forgot to deny the jealousy thing altogether, "Is Scarlett really an irrelevant person?"

Henry nodded without a hint of hesitation.

"You threw the button away?"

"You didn’t like it, so I threw it away."

Though joyful, she remained slightly suspicious and took the opportunity to check thoroughly when reaching for his hand.

The button truly disappeared, and there was nothing in Henry’s hand.

Rosie finally smiled.

Perhaps she really overthought, how could a less prominent poor girl possibly threaten her?

In terms of background, appearance, talent, how could Rosie Wood not surpass Scarlett Yates?

Even if Henry had feelings for that poor girl, so what? They were going abroad tomorrow, and for the next few years, the person accompanying Henry would be Rosie Wood.

She was the ultimate winner.

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When Scarlett Yates woke up again, she found herself lying on a strange bed.