Good bye You Never Love Me

Chapter 47 Were You Injured?

The manager was taken aback.

However, he was professional and immediately mediated, "This dress fits you well, Mrs. Harrison. Your

skin is fair, so you'll look gorgeous in this color."

Martha curled her lips and thought, 'This store manager is trying to brown nose.'

'What's wrong with Stefan?' ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

'Why does he tell others I am his wife?'

'He never admitted I was his wife back then. What does he mean now?'

Before she figured it out, the saleswoman holding the dress gently pushed her towards the fitting room.

The saleswoman left after hanging the dress on the wall for her and closed the door.

Martha couldn't do anything but get changed.

After putting on the dress, she failed to reach its zipper on the back after trying several times.

Helplessly, she said to the door, "Can you please come in to help me?"

Soon, the door was pushed open. Footsteps sounded behind her.

Martha thought it was the saleswoman, so she turned her back towards the person, grabbed her hair to

pull forward, and exposed her smooth back.

"Can you please help me zip it up? I can't reach it. Thanks."

The person didn't speak. The next second, an icy fingertip touched Martha's back.

"Hiss!" Martha trembled, looking back subconsciously.

However, her face changed dramatically after she saw the person behind her.

"Why did you enter?"

Martha hurriedly flinched, gazing at Stefan on alert. "Please leave. Call the saleswoman in."

Seeing her reaction, Stefan frowned and took a step forward.

"Please leave!" Martha raised her voice in a panic. She grabbed her clothes to cover her exposed skin

under the dress.

She didn't pay attention to the dress earlier. After putting it on, she found the hollow design on her

waist.

There was a scar on her belly left after the cesarean birth, so she couldn't let Stefan see it.

Stefan frowned, subconsciously trailing his gaze along her body after seeing her panicked reaction.

Faintly, he saw a scar on her waist.

His eyes darkened. "You were injured? What happened?"

Martha froze, realizing he had seen the scar.

She stepped back until she was leaning against the wall, the cold surface of which instantly calmed her

down.

Martha looked away indifferently with an ironic smile.

"None of your business."

Stefan narrowed his gaze at her, his eyes full of irritation.

Martha repeatedly disassociate herself from him, which annoyed him a lot.

They were in a stalemate.

A while later, Stefan dragged Martha and forcibly zipped up her dress before storming out of the fitting

room.

Martha finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall.

He was so close to knowing the secret that she had been hiding.

The cocktail party.

The decoration of the banquet hall was luxurious. Champagne, liquors, and desserts were provided.

As soon as Stefan and Martha got off the car, reporters surrounded them.

They were dumbfounded when they saw him standing beside Martha, who had vanished for five years,

instead of Hollie.

"Mrs. Harrison said they had divorced in the press conference not long ago. Why do they come to the

party together?"

"Does Mr. Harrison wants both old and new sweethearts?"

"Probably, they have reconciled."

...

When Martha heard them guess they'd reconciled, an ironic sneer touched her lips.

Stefan frowned unhappily. Gripping her hand, he put it on his arm.

He slightly tilted his head and whispered, "Don't forget our agreement, Mrs. Harrison."

Thinking of their agreement, Martha gritted her teeth to hold back the irritation in her chest.

The banquet hall.

The cocktail party was organized by a businessman who was the Harrison Group's client. Therefore,

the attendees were celebrities.

Stefan introduced Martha to all his company's clients. Then he let go of her and let her socialize.

Holding a champagne flute, he sat by the window, watching Martha all the time.

Shortly after, he realized Martha had changed completely.

She was very sociable now. No matter whom she was engaged with, she could talk with them very

gracefully.

Stefan slightly lowered his eyes, thinking she had really changed to be independent, and also, she

stopped focusing on him.

The thought made his eyes darken.

On the other side, Martha enjoyed her conversation with the investors.

When she subconsciously looked away, she saw Joann standing a short distance away, and beside

Joann stood a man in his forties.

The man looked familiar. Martha recalled that the middle-aged man had just divorced his wife some

time ago, the news of which was on Twitter trends not long ago.

Martha could tell Joann's role in the farce but wasn't interested.

Joann seemed to feel Martha's gaze and looked in her direction. When her gaze met Martha's in mid-

air, her pupils constricted. She subconsciously pinched her goblet tightly.

If it weren't for Martha, she wouldn't have been in this situation.

Joann felt it a pity that Martha hadn't died in the fire last time.

Martha furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she noticed Joann's vicious gaze, fierceness flashing through

her eyes and vanishing quickly.

After bidding farewell to the investors, Martha picked up a glass of champagne.

Suddenly, she heard high heels click-clack behind her.

Joann's surprised voice sounded, "Mrs. Harrison, right? You've been gone for five years. I didn't expect

you to be still alive."

Martha sipped the champagne, ignoring her.

However, Martha's coldness made Joann want to provoke her more.

"I heard you'd become an artist, Mrs. Harrison."

While she spoke, she shook her champagne flute and stared at Martha sarcastically.

"However, it's a pity your artwork has been burned. Look at you now. You still have to rely on a man to

attend this cocktail party."

Martha sneered, gazing at her expressionlessly. "Who do you think you are to talk to me?'

Her words froze the smile on Joann's face.

Raising her chin slightly, Martha darted at Joann.

"I'm Stefan's wife. Who are you? A has-been C-list model? Or a man's mistress?"

Joann blushed in anger, scowling at Martha.

Martha didn't fear but wore a faint smile.

"No matter who you are, you don't deserve to talk to me."

Joann bit her lip, pinching the flute tightly.

Before she retorted, Martha suddenly walked up and chuckled at her, "I feel bored here. Luckily, you fell

on my lap."

Before Joann reacted, Martha grabbed her flute and splashed it onto her face.

Feeling the icy fluid on her face, Joann exclaimed, "Argh!"

Instantly, everyone's attention was attracted.

They all gaped at Joann in confusion.