Meet My Brothers

Mia clicked her tongue in frustration, realizing that today hadn’t unfolded as smoothly as she had hoped.

Originally intending to work some extra hours at the studio, she unexpectedly came across Felix and Janice sharing a meal.

The awkwardness continued when she found herself in the same restaurant as Timothy.

To make matters worse, she unwittingly took a sip from a glass of whiskey that had been mistakenly served to her.

Perhaps Mia should consult the almanac before venturing out in the future.

Timothy stood just outside the walk–in closet, his tall and slender figure commanding attention.

His gaze remained fixed on Mia, who had just made disparaging remarks about him.

As Timothy stood there, a flood–of memories from a distant past washed over him.

In those bygone days, every time he returned home from work, Mia would respectfully stand by his side like a devoted attendant.

Together, they would proceed to the bedroom’s walk–in closet, where she had already laid out the

clothes he would change into for the night.

Despite being accustomed to her constant presence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something

was amiss during this period. However, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

It wasn’t until he saw Mia standing in the dressing room that he finally became aware of what had

been missing all along.

In a casual tone, Timothy spoke, “Have you got nothing to say? You were quite eloquent just a moment ago.”

Clearing her throat, Mia responded, “In truth, I seldom speak negatively about others behind their

backs.”

“Enough with the charade. Did I mishear your words just now?”

Maintaining a serious tone, Mia clarified, “No, Mr. Barrett, you heard correctly. What I meant is that I typically express my criticisms directly to people rather than gossiping behind their backs.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Upon uttering those words, Mia immediately noticed Timothy’s expression darken.

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Sensing the atmosphere taking a negative turn, Holly swiftly exited the dressing room, choosing not to entangle herself in their dispute.

As Mia observed Timothy’s somber demeanor, her mood unexpectedly lifted.

After three years of marriage, Mia had become well–acquainted with the art of making Timothy

happy and, of course, knew how to provoke him.

Having endured three years of submission, only to be callously discarded by him, why should she

now bend over backward to accommodate and please him?

Timothy instinctively caught the sly glint in Mia’s eyes, realizing that she was intentionally

attempting to provoke him.

He whispered, “Since when have I become picky and hard to please? Even when your taste used to be questionable, I never made things difficult for you.”

“Come on, don’t you remember the time you accused me of being colorblind just because the

bedsheet was a shade darker?

“And let’s not forget when you insisted on wearing those ill–fitting shoes, resulting in painful

blisters. I even went to several stores and thoughtfully selected suitable shoes for you.

“Yet, what was your response? You pointed out they didn’t quite align with your status. These are just a few instances. How can you assert you’ve never made things difficult for me?”

Mia poured out all her grievances, laying bare her emotions.

Despite this, Timothy maintained his silence.

Mia subtly cast a glance, observing the intense shadows in his eyes that unmistakably revealed

his anger.

It was precisely the emotion she sought to provoke.

If Timothy failed to respond with anger, it would indicate that Mia’s words had not achieved the intended impact.

Timothy’s tone remained composed as spoke, “Honestly, Holly seems to be struggling in her role. Perhaps she should consider resigning.”

Mia’s expression turned into a frown as she vouched for Holly’s performance, stating, “I’ve noticed

Holly’s considerable improvement.

“Mr. Barrett, you tend to be quite critical. Aren’t you aware of that aspect of yourself?” Mia

criticised.

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Indeed, using Holly as a means to threaten Mia was truly reprehensible.

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Undeterred by Mia’s criticism, Timothy casually leaned against the wardrobe door, his icy gaze

fixed on her.

“Given Holly’s current challenges, I’m prepared to step in and address the situation personally. Ultimately, my focus is on results, not the intricacies of the process.”

Was Timothy hinting at the possibility of Mia becoming his personal stylist?

“I’m an interior designer now. I don’t provide my services without compensation,” Mia retorted.

Unfazed, Timothy proposed, “How about a thousand dollars?”

“Come on, do you really think I can be swayed by money?”

“Three thousand dollars.”

Mia quipped, “Mr. Barrett, it seems you have an abundance of funds with nowhere to spend them. But really, how could I possibly become the stylist for my ex–husband?”

Timothy’s lips parted slightly, revealing, “Ten thousand dollars.”

Mia restrained her initial response and calmly stated, “For each session, the fee is ten thousand dollars, and I won’t entertain any revisions.”

Timothy wore a smirk as he remarked, “What happened to your integrity?”