Pampered Like A Princess

Nelissa didn’t have a death wish.

Although she needed money, she didn’t dare to sell Edward’s privacy out. The man was horrifying when angered, and she knew that she didn’t have enough luck on her side to always be able to calm him down amid his tantrums.

Edward had a soft spot for her, even though she had no idea how that happened.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that, Miss Moore. I’d usually have to go through his assistant to contact him.”

Nelissa ultimately decided to decline Yvonne’s request as she pushed the cheque back to Yvonne.

“It’s the money, isn’t it? 100, 000 dollars is probably not enough for you. Perhaps you could state your price.”

She had watched Edward insist that Nelissa ride in his car at the hotel the night before. She was sure that Nelissa was closer to Edward than she made it to be.

Later on, she found out that Nelissa had just transferred over to Haleston City for work. Nelissa was also rumored to have a boyfriend from a wealthy family in the city who was also a friend of Edward’s.

This was why Yvonne deduced that Nelissa and Edward must have been friends. Getting his mobile digits from Nelissa should not be a problem.

Nelissa, however, didn’t like Yvonne’s condescending tone.

She said, with a deep frown, “Don’t you know that Master Hales’ cell number isn’t something to be passed around? Plus, I can’t give it to you because I don’t have it. If you have the money to spare, why don’t you hire a hacker to get the information you want?”

Yvonne was slightly taken aback by Nelissa’s change in attitude. She couldn’t tell if she was joking.

But Edward was oozing with sensuality, his abyss-deep eyes were wonderfully peculiar and wildly unpredictable.

“I like Master Hales,” Yvonne confessed out of the blue. “It’s a shame that I came back home late because he already has a girlfriend. But I don’t think I’m any less of a woman than his girlfriend is; I just haven’t gotten the chance and time to bond with him. Thus, I was hoping that you could help create this chance for me. I promise I will greatly show my gratitude to you in the future.”

To simply put it, Yvonne was asking her to play matchmaker.

Nelissa’s frown deepened. She knew that men like Edward would have lines of admirers, but this never bothered her as it had nothing to do with her. She couldn’t believe the audacity Yvonne had to be asking her to play matchmaker!

She immediately refused Yvonne. “Miss Moore, I really can’t help you. There must be some kind of misunderstanding. My relationship with Master Hales is strictly professional.”

Before leaving, Yvonne handed Nelissa a business card. “Here’s my business card. Keep it, we might cross paths again in the future.”

Nelissa accepted the card and slipped it right into her bag.

It was an unspoken social rule to be courteous of others and to leave meetings on good terms with others. Having worked for a few years now, Nelissa knew what a person with limited financial means had to do to get by.

Just as they were about to leave the restaurant, they ran into Sophie at the entrance.

Nelissa sighed internally at their fateful meeting, thinking to herself how unlucky she had to be for this to happen.

Yvonne forced a smile and greeted Sophie, “What a coincidence.”

Nelissa got a call from Jolene, so she excused herself to a corner to answer the phone.

Jolene had rung her to tell her that as she was going to meet with a client near the twins’ school, so Nelissa didn’t have to go pick them up as she’d just go get them after school once her meeting was over.

“That’s great. That saves me the trouble of going all the way there to pick them up,” Nelissa replied gleefully.

Nelissa put her phone away and noticed that Yvonne had left, but Sophie was still standing alone by the entrance.

It seemed that she was waiting for her.

As Nelissa approached her, Sophie said, “I’m meeting some friends here for dinner. Who knew we’d run into each other? Do you know Yvonne?”

“She’s a friend of one of my clients,” Nelissa answered plainly.

Sophie hummed. “Let’s sit down and have a chat.”

Nelissa wanted to politely decline her, but Sophie had already signaled for the restaurant manager, who then led them to their seats out on the patio.

When they got seated, Nelissa said, “I don’t have to get anything to eat. Let’s just get straight to the point.”

She didn’t have the slightest appetite to eat with Sophie. This woman irked her.

Sophie started, “I found a long strain of black hair, likely a woman’s, on Edward’s bed. It might be Yvonne’s.”

Nelissa took a sip of water and swallowed it slowly. She knew for a fact that that was definitely not Yvonne’s hair.

She wondered if Sophie was testing her. Normally, people would only share such personal details with their close friends. They were barely even friends. It didn’t make sense that Sophie would let her in on this.

It just so happened that she and Yvonne both had long, jet-black hair.

She had no idea how Sophie managed to snuff out a strain of hair, but this just showed how suspicious of a woman Sophie truly was.

After taking in Nelissa’s reaction, Sophie continued, “You may not be aware of this, but Edward has always been surrounded by women. Of course, who am I to stop him from being around good women? Unfortunately, the ones he has acquainted himself with these days are quite terrible company, such as Yvonne. Her reputation overseas paints her as a wild chick who enjoys fooling around and switching boyfriends every other day. She even threw several psychedelic parties soon after coming back home. Do you think a woman of her… caliber, deserves to be with Edward?”

Sophie’s face scrunched up in disdain as she enunciated the word ‘caliber’.

Not a fan of petty romance rivalry like these, Nelissa frowned in annoyance. “Miss Bailey, I’m afraid I’m not very updated on the personal grievances between you and Miss Moore. Besides, this isn’t something I am even worthy of commenting on.”

“Oh, please don’t belittle yourself like that. You’re much better than Yvonne,” Sophie flashed the latter an elegant smile. “I’d like to have this woman removed from Edward’s life. If you’re on good terms with Edward, then I’d have nothing else to worry about. Honestly, Edward treats his women well, especially young women like yourself. The two of us can easily live in harmony with one another, so why add Yvonne into the picture?”

During the charity dinner before, Sophie had already sensed that Yvonne took a liking to Edward. She didn’t like Yvonne for the same reason why she disliked Susan – these rich, young ladies were not as simple as they seemed; both had their own secret agenda up their sleeves.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Now that Yvonne had suddenly met with Nelissa, it must mean that she was planning something!

“Miss Bailey, is it really appropriate for you to say these things as a principal? Plus, I’ve already rejected you about this before. You should be reaching out to Miss Moore about this. I bet she’d be more than happy to live together with you in harmony,” Nelissa suggested, trying to stifle her laugh about how ridiculous the situation was.

Nelissa picked up her bag and got up to leave. Just as Sophie was about to stop her, a few women descended down the restaurant stairs.

One of them asked when they spotted Sophie, “Sophie, why didn’t you come upstairs?”

It was her group of friends whom she was supposed to meet for dinner.

“I just got here. I bumped into one of the student’s parents and we got to talking,” Sophie explained, glancing at the restaurant entrance.

Nelissa was long gone.

A disdained sneer formed on the corner of Sophie’s lips.

This woman was obviously a big fake. She already had a kid out of wedlock. What was the point of pretending to be innocent?

Nelissa walked to the bus stop to take the bus home. She could feel her blood boiling. She took out her phone and had the strong urge to call Edward to take her anger out on him.

After all, he was the cause of this!

First, it was Yvonne, then came Sophie. He had so many women at his fingertips; why did he still have to keep pestering her?

Alas, her call to Edward didn’t happen. She took a deep breath and decided to put her phone back into her bag.

She knew that she had started to catch feelings for Edward. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so angry, nor would she have the immediate urge to call Edward up to let out some steam.

This wasn’t a good thing – Edward was definitely going to marry Sophie, and given his family situation, this marriage between the two families was certainly going to happen.

Aside from Sophie, it seemed that he couldn’t let go of Anna either.

Thus, if she really fell for him, wouldn’t that mean that she was going to be the second back-burner woman in his group of back-burners?

Nelissa felt incredibly foolish to have gotten herself into a situation like this.

The bus finally arrived. Nelissa hopped onto it and found herself a seat. With the air-conditioning blowing at her face, she felt that her mind had been refreshed. Her thoughts were now clear, and her anger gradually fading away with each passing minute.

She was glad that she didn’t make the call. Otherwise, she might be in trouble after taking her anger out on Edward.

40 minutes later, she got off the bus after arriving at her stop.

Since it was still light out, Nelissa hastily made her way to the laundromat to pick Edward’s coat up.

When the shopkeeper saw her, she asked, “Is your husband not here with you today?”

Nelissa was caught off guard for a moment before realizing that the owner was referring to Edward.

Her cheeks reddened as she shook her head.

“I don’t have a husband.”

“Did you guys fight? Men would usually lose when arguing against women, but they’re naturally good at coaxing women. So, the angrier you are, the more anxious they will feel. When you get home later, just toss his coat at him, or do not cook dinner. Then, he’d know that he has to comfort you.”

Nelissa felt her cheeks grow even warmer. With one swift move, she quickly grabbed the clothes over and dashed out of the laundromat without saying a word.

Edward wasn’t her husband!

When she got home, Noey and Nate handed her the two short essays they had written, themed, ‘I Love My Dad’.

Suddenly, Nelissa’s fatigue felt like it had grown tenfold. “Don’t you love your mother?”

“But you’re a mother and a father,” Noey stated with sweet charm.