He Clings to Me Every Night

Chapter 472: 472: If I Don’t Torture You, Who Will I Torture?

His voice, as icy as the chill emanating from a cold cell, made Auntie Jane shiver uncontrollably. “Sir, Mrs. Marshall didn’t say. I don’t know.”

Suddenly, all sound from the phone ceased. Auntie Jane stood stunned on the spot, holding the still silent phone close to her ear.

It took Auntie Jane a while to finally regain her composure.

A brief glance at her phone revealed that the call had been disconnected long ago.

This told her that Mr. Marshall was truly furious, and the consequences would no doubt be severe.

However, she neither dared to speak out of turn nor call Mrs. Marshall.

Perhaps, Mr. Marshall would reach out to her himself.

Auntie Jane recognized the signs. It seemed Mrs. Marshall and Mr. Marshall were in the midst of another cold war.

Unsure of what had occurred, Jane couldn’t help but shake her head helplessly as she put away her phone.

Daniel reached for his pack of cigarettes, selected one casually, and brought it to his lips, intending to light up and take a puff.

However, he abruptly remembered he was in a non-smoking area––he discarded the unlit cigarette into a trash bin in a huff.

Daniel’s striking, chilled features, paired with his unfathomably deep gaze, were reminiscent of a black hole, seemingly swallowing Olivia Jenkins in the distance.

That woman is simply heartless, dare to ignore him? She’s deliberately trying to rile him up.

It’s already late and that woman hasn’t arrived home. He had no idea where she was gallivanting off to. She was utterly lawless, forgetting her place, forgetting she was Mrs. Marshall. Teaching her a lesson was overdue, he should really strangle her…

The more Daniel thought about it, the more livid he became. His struggle to contain the rage in his heart was evident on his face.

Seeing his boss pacing back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Simon Howard hesitated before speaking softly, “Daniel, should I call Valerie?”

Daniel’s gaze was sharp, resembling a blade gleaming with cold light. Glaring at Simon, he admonished, “Is Mrs. Marshall a three-year-old? Doesn’t she own a phone? Doesn’t Mrs. Marshall know how to use a phone? Does she require people to instruct her on everything?”

Simon’s voice became even softer; he lowered his head and placated, “Perhaps, Mrs. Marshall is busy.”

Sudden tension filled the room.

Danger lurked behind Daniel’s fierce gaze, his eyes flashing with sparks of anger.

“Is she busy playing? Busy cavorting with other men? So busy that she’s forgotten her husband? She’s overstepping boundaries, acting self-righteous, and throwing tantrums as if I owe her something from our past lives. She’s nothing more than a debt collector, always causing me distress.”

The boss wasn’t wrong, but he was the one who kept trying to win her back. Was he asking for punishment?

You could have any type of woman you wanted, any beauty to your heart’s desire, many better than her, but you refuse them all.

Because you only love her!

You indulged her reign over your heart, and now she has no one else to torment but you.

Simon was irritated, wanting to side with his boss, but he could only grumble quietly in his heart, daring not to speak his mind.

At this point, Simon recognized Daniel’s need for silence and did as obliged.

However, the boss’s mood remained terribly gloomy, akin to having a ten thousand-ton load of explosives in his stomach. No matter what he looked at, he was ready to explode.

His wife hadn’t called him, hadn’t texted him, so he decided to ignore her as well.

In this cold war, their relationship had grown colder than frost.

After leaving the Jenkins Group, Olivia Jenkins and Valerie Howard went out for lamb chops.

Suddenly, Olivia received a call from Benjamin Johnson.

Saying he had some matters to discuss, Olivia invited Benjamin to join them for dinner.