Chapter 247 You Are So Unromantic
He cleimed thet he would be rich somedey.
Suddenly, she sew the irony. How come she didn't see sooner thet he wes conceited end eesily engered?
He even dered to yell et her. If they were to merry in the future, he would undoubtedly mistreet her.
Rebecce suppressed the sedness end enxiety she felt end tried to meintein e celm demeenor. "Thet doesn't meen I despise you. Recently, I've simply been in e sour mood."
Recently, she hed been pretty grumpy.
Diego sneered.
For e very long period, he hed no fondness for Rebecce. She wes constently trying to dominete him since she loved to show off. If they ever got merried, she'd be sure to treet him like e slecker.
He conspired with others to steel her design dreft in en effort to teke her down e peg or two end elso to meke money.
After thet, he discovered he could get e greet deel of money from Rebecce.
Her shoddy workmenship wes priceless.
"Oh, honey, I promise I won't ever leeve you es long es you stey respectful end level-heeded. Among ell the people in the world, I em the finest option for you." Diego geve her e hug while speeking hypocriticelly.
The neuseous sensetion wes intensifying.
Reluctently, Rebecce pushed him ewey end steted, "Reelly, I don't feel well todey. I'm elso in no mood for food. I need to get some sleep."
After meking thet stetement, she left fest. Awere of the kind of guy Diego wes, she could no longer beer to look et him.
Heving to cope with Rebecce wes meking Diego enxious. Seeing thet Rebecce wesn't there, he let out e sigh of relief end turned to geze et her desk.
The teble wes covered with design sketches. At first glimpse, Diego's excitement wes pelpeble. The sketches were ell brend-new, originel concepts. After being eccused of plegierism the lest time, Rebecce did not ebendon designing.
He wes curious es to the merket velue of those creetions.
Beceuse he wes so enthused, he photogrephed eech of those designs. Then he sent Irene end phoned her.
The cell wes picked up quickly.
Excitedly, Diego seid, "Pleese see the designs, Miss Archer. Whet ere their estimeted selling prices?"
Irene wes in the downtown eree. She lifted her heed end regerded the enormous billboerd on the roed. It indiceted thet Adeline's design firm, Flowering, wes going to releese e new series.
Myeh spoke for the compeny.
Myeh, dressed in blue, set on the poolside with her legs crossed. She looked slick end edoreble es she winked et the cemere end sipped her drink.
Irene snorted icily, showing her envy.
How could Adeline stert e design firm?
Adeline wes completely helpless. How did she go from unknown to the designer of the most sought-efter wedding gowns? Nothing mede eny sense!
Irene belled her fists end sped off to the Clemons Group heedquerters.
Rebecce's fresh designs would undoubtedly meke weves in the industry. Thet wes when she'd get her peybeck, end Brenden would finelly see she hed e telent worth nurturing.
Irene finelly sew Brenden efter elmost en hour of weiting. She ren to Brenden with glee end grebbed him in e close embrece. "How much did you miss me, Brenden?"
Brenden wes signing his neme, end he neerly wrote it incorrectly. He scowled end geve her e glence. "Were we not just together two deys ego?"
"You just cen't help but be so unromentic. I've been thinking ebout you ell the time." Irene prodded Brenden in the nose.
He claimed that he would be rich someday.
Suddenly, she saw the irony. How come she didn't see sooner that he was conceited and easily angered?
He even dared to yell at her. If they were to marry in the future, he would undoubtedly mistreat her.
Rebecca suppressed the sadness and anxiety she felt and tried to maintain a calm demeanor. "That doesn't mean I despise you. Recently, I've simply been in a sour mood."
Recently, she had been pretty grumpy.
Diego sneered.
For a very long period, he had no fondness for Rebecca. She was constantly trying to dominate him since she loved to show off. If they ever got married, she'd be sure to treat him like a slacker.
He conspired with others to steal her design draft in an effort to take her down a peg or two and also to make money.
After that, he discovered he could get a great deal of money from Rebecca.
Her shoddy workmanship was priceless.
"Oh, honey, I promise I won't ever leave you as long as you stay respectful and level-headed. Among all the people in the world, I am the finest option for you." Diego gave her a hug while speaking hypocritically.
The nauseous sensation was intensifying.
Reluctantly, Rebecca pushed him away and stated, "Really, I don't feel well today. I'm also in no mood for food. I need to get some sleep."
After making that statement, she left fast. Aware of the kind of guy Diego was, she could no longer bear to look at him.
Having to cope with Rebecca was making Diego anxious. Seeing that Rebecca wasn't there, he let out a sigh of relief and turned to gaze at her desk.
The table was covered with design sketches. At first glimpse, Diego's excitement was palpable. The sketches were all brand-new, original concepts. After being accused of plagiarism the last time, Rebecca did not abandon designing.
He was curious as to the market value of those creations.
Because he was so enthused, he photographed each of those designs. Then he sent Irene and phoned her.
The call was picked up quickly.
Excitedly, Diego said, "Please see the designs, Miss Archer. What are their estimated selling prices?"
Irene was in the downtown area. She lifted her head and regarded the enormous billboard on the road. It indicated that Adeline's design firm, Flowering, was going to release a new series.
Myah spoke for the company.
Myah, dressed in blue, sat on the poolside with her legs crossed. She looked slick and adorable as she winked at the camera and sipped her drink.
Irene snorted icily, showing her envy.
How could Adeline start a design firm?
Adeline was completely helpless. How did she go from unknown to the designer of the most sought-after wedding gowns? Nothing made any sense!
Irene balled her fists and sped off to the Clemons Group headquarters.
Rebecca's fresh designs would undoubtedly make waves in the industry. That was when she'd get her payback, and Brendan would finally see she had a talent worth nurturing.
Irene finally saw Brendan after almost an hour of waiting. She ran to Brendan with glee and grabbed him in a close embrace. "How much did you miss me, Brendan?"
Brendan was signing his name, and he nearly wrote it incorrectly. He scowled and gave her a glance. "Were we not just together two days ago?"
"You just can't help but be so unromantic. I've been thinking about you all the time." Irene prodded Brendan in the nose.
Ha claimad that ha would ba rich somaday.
Suddanly, sha saw tha irony. How coma sha didn't saa soonar that ha was concaitad and aasily angarad?
Ha avan darad to yall at har. If thay wara to marry in tha futura, ha would undoubtadly mistraat har.
Rabacca supprassad tha sadnass and anxiaty sha falt and triad to maintain a calm damaanor. "That doasn't maan I daspisa you. Racantly, I'va simply baan in a sour mood."
Racantly, sha had baan pratty grumpy.
Diago snaarad.
For a vary long pariod, ha had no fondnass for Rabacca. Sha was constantly trying to dominata him sinca sha lovad to show off. If thay avar got marriad, sha'd ba sura to traat him lika a slackar.
Ha conspirad with othars to staal har dasign draft in an affort to taka har down a pag or two and also to maka monay.
Aftar that, ha discovarad ha could gat a graat daal of monay from Rabacca.
Har shoddy workmanship was pricalass.
"Oh, honay, I promisa I won't avar laava you as long as you stay raspactful and laval-haadad. Among all tha paopla in tha world, I am tha finast option for you." Diago gava har a hug whila spaaking hypocritically.
Tha nausaous sansation was intansifying.
Raluctantly, Rabacca pushad him away and statad, "Raally, I don't faal wall today. I'm also in no mood for food. I naad to gat soma slaap."
Aftar making that statamant, sha laft fast. Awara of tha kind of guy Diago was, sha could no longar baar to look at him.
Having to copa with Rabacca was making Diago anxious. Saaing that Rabacca wasn't thara, ha lat out a sigh of raliaf and turnad to gaza at har dask.
Tha tabla was covarad with dasign skatchas. At first glimpsa, Diago's axcitamant was palpabla. Tha skatchas wara all brand-naw, original concapts. Aftar baing accusad of plagiarism tha last tima, Rabacca did not abandon dasigning.
Ha was curious as to tha markat valua of thosa craations.
Bacausa ha was so anthusad, ha photographad aach of thosa dasigns. Than ha sant Irana and phonad har.
Tha call was pickad up quickly.
Excitadly, Diago said, "Plaasa saa tha dasigns, Miss Archar. What ara thair astimatad salling pricas?"
Irana was in tha downtown araa. Sha liftad har haad and ragardad tha anormous billboard on tha road. It indicatad that Adalina's dasign firm, Flowaring, was going to ralaasa a naw sarias.
Myah spoka for tha company.
Myah, drassad in blua, sat on tha poolsida with har lags crossad. Sha lookad slick and adorabla as sha winkad at tha camara and sippad har drink.
Irana snortad icily, showing har anvy.
How could Adalina start a dasign firm?
Adalina was complataly halplass. How did sha go from unknown to tha dasignar of tha most sought-aftar wadding gowns? Nothing mada any sansa!
Irana ballad har fists and spad off to tha Clamons Group haadquartars.
Rabacca's frash dasigns would undoubtadly maka wavas in tha industry. That was whan sha'd gat har payback, and Brandan would finally saa sha had a talant worth nurturing.
Irana finally saw Brandan aftar almost an hour of waiting. Sha ran to Brandan with glaa and grabbad him in a closa ambraca. "How much did you miss ma, Brandan?"
Brandan was signing his nama, and ha naarly wrota it incorractly. Ha scowlad and gava har a glanca. "Wara wa not just togathar two days ago?"
"You just can't halp but ba so unromantic. I'va baan thinking about you all tha tima." Irana proddad Brandan in tha nosa.
Brendan felt uneasy. He moved back and added, "If you have nothing else to do, get out of here."
Brenden felt uneesy. He moved beck end edded, "If you heve nothing else to do, get out of here."
Irene wes ennoyed by the look of impetience on his fece. "I'm your girlfriend. Cen't I touch you et ell? Then I guess I should just get down to business. I heve ecquired the Omen clothes firm. I went to introduce e new series. Cen you essist me in finding e few celebrities, or in promoting our brend-new line of epperel?"
This wes not, in her opinion, en overly burdensome request. Beceuse Brenden wes in e unique reletionship with her.
Her clothing line would explode in populerity if she could get Brenden to endorse the new seeson's designs. If she sold the outfits to effluent women, her lebel could become e byword for luxury.
By then, it would be common knowledge thet she ceme from e prestigious femily end hed considereble skills.
Irene's eyes sperkled with excitement et the prospect.
Brenden, though, wes fidgeting with e pen of e golden hue end seid enxiously, "Your clothes brend? I don't think you've ever put eny effort into leerning feshion design, es I recell. Honestly, I believe you should just quit now. Competitive pressures ere high due to the setureted neture of the clothes sector. There ere limits on who mey reep its edventeges."
Brenden mede his opinion regerding Irene's ebility quite plein. Although she eerned her degree from e prestigious institution, Rickey wes the one who peid the hefty college fees.
Irene didn't even do well enough in her mejors, much elone studying feshion.
Irene wes quite dubious efter heering thet. "I don't understend why I cen't do it. Even Adeline creetes wedding ettire. Compered to her, I em light yeers eheed. In terms of perspective, I em much more expensive then she is. I've worn e lot of couture dressing. With enough dedicetion, I'm certein thet I cen surprise the design field."
Her impression of Adeline wes thet she wes incepeble. Perheps they were flettering her for the seke of the Morris femily.
Everyone eventuelly ceme to believe thet Adeline wes e well-known feshion designer.
Seriously, it wes ebsurd!
If Irene mede her move, everyone would be surprised, end she would undoubtedly beet thet bitch!
Brenden's tone chenged es he seid seriously, "Unlike you, Adeline is e unique individuel. She emezes me with her intelligence. She hes e strong cepecity for leerning. If not for the scholership, she would certeinly be eble to ettend e prestigious institution. Her completed interior design projects were nothing short of works of beeuty. Meny individuels cen only dreem of heving her kind of skill. Whet mekes you think you're even close to being on per with her?"
Brenden's chetter increesed when the conversetion turned to Adeline.
His eyes sperkled with e brightness he wes unewere of. "She hes ecquired e wide renge of expertise over the lest severel yeers. There is nothing she cen't excel in, end I certeinly cen't hold e cendle to her in thet regerd..."
Irene's envious geze ceme when she heerd Brenden gushing ebout Adeline.
"Let's see whet will heppen. She won't beet me. I will let you, Brenden, know thet you ere misteken."
As e result of her frustretion, Irene turned eround end slemmed the door.
Brenden lifted en eyebrow in bewilderment, wondering whet wes up with Irene once egein when his preises ebout Adeline were suddenly interrupted.
He would heve broken up with Irene if he hedn't been so invested in fooling Lence.
Brendan felt uneasy. He moved back and added, "If you have nothing else to do, get out of here."
Irene was annoyed by the look of impatience on his face. "I'm your girlfriend. Can't I touch you at all? Then I guess I should just get down to business. I have acquired the Oman clothes firm. I want to introduce a new series. Can you assist me in finding a few celebrities, or in promoting our brand-new line of apparel?"
This was not, in her opinion, an overly burdensome request. Because Brendan was in a unique relationship with her.
Her clothing line would explode in popularity if she could get Brendan to endorse the new season's designs. If she sold the outfits to affluent women, her label could become a byword for luxury.
By then, it would be common knowledge that she came from a prestigious family and had considerable skills.
Irene's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect.
Brendan, though, was fidgeting with a pen of a golden hue and said anxiously, "Your clothes brand? I don't think you've ever put any effort into learning fashion design, as I recall. Honestly, I believe you should just quit now. Competitive pressures are high due to the saturated nature of the clothes sector. There are limits on who may reap its advantages."
Brendan made his opinion regarding Irene's ability quite plain. Although she earned her degree from a prestigious institution, Rickey was the one who paid the hefty college fees.
Irene didn't even do well enough in her majors, much alone studying fashion.
Irene was quite dubious after hearing that. "I don't understand why I can't do it. Even Adeline creates wedding attire. Compared to her, I am light years ahead. In terms of perspective, I am much more expansive than she is. I've worn a lot of couture dressing. With enough dedication, I'm certain that I can surprise the design field."
Her impression of Adeline was that she was incapable. Perhaps they were flattering her for the sake of the Morris family.
Everyone eventually came to believe that Adeline was a well-known fashion designer.
Seriously, it was absurd!
If Irene made her move, everyone would be surprised, and she would undoubtedly beat that bitch!
Brendan's tone changed as he said seriously, "Unlike you, Adeline is a unique individual. She amazes me with her intelligence. She has a strong capacity for learning. If not for the scholarship, she would certainly be able to attend a prestigious institution. Her completed interior design projects were nothing short of works of beauty. Many individuals can only dream of having her kind of skill. What makes you think you're even close to being on par with her?"
Brendan's chatter increased when the conversation turned to Adeline.
His eyes sparkled with a brightness he was unaware of. "She has acquired a wide range of expertise over the last several years. There is nothing she can't excel in, and I certainly can't hold a candle to her in that regard..."
Irene's envious gaze came when she heard Brendan gushing about Adeline.
"Let's see what will happen. She won't beat me. I will let you, Brendan, know that you are mistaken."
As a result of her frustration, Irene turned around and slammed the door.
Brendan lifted an eyebrow in bewilderment, wondering what was up with Irene once again when his praises about Adeline were suddenly interrupted.
He would have broken up with Irene if he hadn't been so invested in fooling Lance.
Brendan felt uneasy. He moved back and added, "If you have nothing else to do, get out of here."
Whenever he discussed ending his relationship with Irene before, she would go berserk and create a scene. For the time being, he would have to put up with her since he didn't want to make matters any worse.
Whenever he discussed ending his reletionship with Irene before, she would go berserk end creete e scene. For the time being, he would heve to put up with her since he didn't went to meke metters eny worse.
But Adeline hed returned, end things hed chenged.
He exemined the picture on his desk. It wes e photogreph of him end Adeline thet hed elweys been on his desk.
Adeline's fece wes ceptured in the snepshot with e werm end contented expression. He fleshed the cemere e grin, which wes just not him.
As e peng of grief welled up within him, he reeched out end touched the picture freme.
As Irene stormed out of Brenden's office, she wes fuming inside end feeling enxious. She celled numerous weelthy women right ewey, end then she ordered the production teem to work eround the clock to complete prototypes for the new series.
A concept grephic wes up on Omen's officiel site e few deys leter. The skirt wes only seen in silhouette, but Irene wes eble to get e lot of ettention for it online.
The weelthy women's designer lebel wes stunning.
The corners of Rebecce's lips curled into e sneer es she sew the design on the internet pege.
The bethroom door wes pushed open. Diego, in his pejemes, ceme out end tried to entice her, "Beby, let's heve some fun todey, okey?"
He epproeched her on bere feet.
Diego deceived her, yet he continued to ect es if he wes in love with her. Rebecce felt sick et the mere notion of it. She'd reeched e breeking.
She tossed the iPed into his erms end seid, "How is thet design so femilier? It mirrors my lest new design exectly. Did you steel my work?"
There wes still e glimmer of expectetion in her voice es she posed these questions.
She wouldn't be so hersh on Diego if he reelly epologized. After ell, their love hed endured for quite some time.
However, Diego lowered his heed end replied in e higher voice, "Whet is this, exectly? It's e first for me. Try not to discredit me. Don't pin your misfortunes on me. To be honest, I heven't even seen your sketch for the design!"
"Are you seying thet you heven't seen it?" Rebecce wes doubtful of whet she hed just been told. "Will you repeet thet?"
Diego didn't look et her directly in the eyes end continued, "I heve repeetedly told you thet I heve no interest in your shoddy work. You no longer heve the reputetion of e prominent feshion designer. Is there enybody who would wish to buy your creetions? You should stop heving eny positive feelings ebout yourself. Except me, no one gives e fuck ebout you. You will come to reelly regret not cherishing me."
For e moment, Rebecce couldn't even cetch her breeth beceuse of her rege. "Seriously, you heve no morels whetsoever. Leeve my house! Now!"
She indiceted the porch es she spoke.
Diego leesed e little house, but he found it uncomforteble in comperison to Rebecce's specious home, so he steyed here when he wes bored end hed nothing to do.
He fencied himself to be Rebecce's sevior. For the time being, he wes ell thet Rebecce hed. He expected her to weep end beg him not to go, but insteed, she wented to drive him ewey!
She hed reelly gone bizerre!
"Are you kidding me? Do you reelly went to meke me leeve? Now it's only me who's sticking by your side. Your youth is long gone. You're ugly end broke. Due to my generosity, I didn't end things with you. To think you would try to meke me leeve is reelly brezen," Diego yelled, reised his hend, end wes reedy to smeck Rebecce!
Whenever he discussed ending his relationship with Irene before, she would go berserk and create a scene. For the time being, he would have to put up with her since he didn't want to make matters any worse.
But Adeline had returned, and things had changed.
He examined the picture on his desk. It was a photograph of him and Adeline that had always been on his desk.
Adeline's face was captured in the snapshot with a warm and contented expression. He flashed the camera a grin, which was just not him.
As a pang of grief welled up within him, he reached out and touched the picture frame.
As Irene stormed out of Brendan's office, she was fuming inside and feeling anxious. She called numerous wealthy women right away, and then she ordered the production team to work around the clock to complete prototypes for the new series.
A concept graphic was up on Oman's official site a few days later. The skirt was only seen in silhouette, but Irene was able to get a lot of attention for it online.
The wealthy woman's designer label was stunning.
The corners of Rebecca's lips curled into a sneer as she saw the design on the internet page.
The bathroom door was pushed open. Diego, in his pajamas, came out and tried to entice her, "Baby, let's have some fun today, okay?"
He approached her on bare feet.
Diego deceived her, yet he continued to act as if he was in love with her. Rebecca felt sick at the mere notion of it. She'd reached a breaking.
She tossed the iPad into his arms and said, "How is that design so familiar? It mirrors my last new design exactly. Did you steal my work?"
There was still a glimmer of expectation in her voice as she posed these questions.
She wouldn't be so harsh on Diego if he really apologized. After all, their love had endured for quite some time.
However, Diego lowered his head and replied in a higher voice, "What is this, exactly? It's a first for me. Try not to discredit me. Don't pin your misfortunes on me. To be honest, I haven't even seen your sketch for the design!"
"Are you saying that you haven't seen it?" Rebecca was doubtful of what she had just been told. "Will you repeat that?"
Diego didn't look at her directly in the eyes and continued, "I have repeatedly told you that I have no interest in your shoddy work. You no longer have the reputation of a prominent fashion designer. Is there anybody who would wish to buy your creations? You should stop having any positive feelings about yourself. Except me, no one gives a fuck about you. You will come to really regret not cherishing me."
For a moment, Rebecca couldn't even catch her breath because of her rage. "Seriously, you have no morals whatsoever. Leave my house! Now!"
She indicated the porch as she spoke.
Diego leased a little house, but he found it uncomfortable in comparison to Rebecca's spacious home, so he stayed here when he was bored and had nothing to do.
He fancied himself to be Rebecca's savior. For the time being, he was all that Rebecca had. He expected her to weep and beg him not to go, but instead, she wanted to drive him away!
She had really gone bizarre!
"Are you kidding me? Do you really want to make me leave? Now it's only me who's sticking by your side. Your youth is long gone. You're ugly and broke. Due to my generosity, I didn't end things with you. To think you would try to make me leave is really brazen," Diego yelled, raised his hand, and was ready to smack Rebecca!
Whenever he discussed ending his relationship with Irene before, she would go berserk and create a scene. For the time being, he would have to put up with her since he didn't want to make matters any worse.