He Asked Me To Be His Mistress So I Left Him For Good Chapter 06

He Asked Me To Be His Mistress So I Left Him For Good Chapter 06

“No, that’s not it. I wasn’t bullying anyone. I was standing up for justice…” 

But Elliot did not care what she was saying. 

He just kept going. “You approached me on purpose too, didn’t you? Your target was her, not me. You stirred up a woman with an almost impossibly strong moral compass and turned her into the kind of other 

woman everyone felt entitled to attack. That thrilled you, didn’t it? It made you feel accomplished, didn’t it?” 

“Scarlett, you were never a red rose. You’re a red 

poppy. You’re poisonous.” 

“Elliot, I really didn’t. That’s not true. I got close to you because I love you.” 

Scarlett stepped forward and tried to grab Elliot’s sleeve. In the past, whenever she went too far, all she had to do was tug on his sleeve and act cute, or 

deliberately act a little bossy, and Elliot would always forgive her. 

But this time, Elliot took a step back. “Don’t cheapen the word love.” 

Scarlett was enraged too. She sneered, “You say I cheapened the word love? What about you?” 

“Aren’t you cheapening it too?” 

Elliot swayed slightly, his eyes turning red. “You’re right. That’s why I have to try to make up for it.” 

The next day, he started asking everywhere about the helicopter, trying to find out where Bianca had gone. 

But no matter what he tried, he could not get a single useful lead. 

Only after Bianca was gone did he realize how unaccustomed he was to life without her. 

The white roses in his study had withered long ago, and 

no one replaced them. 

He only remembered to buy more stomach medicine 

after he had already run out. 

When he came home late, no one called to remind him 

to drive carefully. 

When he came back from business trips, no one hugged him. 

No one told him they missed him. 

Being alive seemed to have lost all meaning. 

So after traveling through thirteen countries in one year, he made up his mind and sold the company. 

With the money from the sale, he began searching the world for his “wife.” 

They had been only one week away from getting 

married. How had he lost her? 

His white rose. 

Their first meeting had begun with a white rose. 

One ordinary morning, Elliot had gotten up for his 

before–school study routine as usual and was 

memorizing French when a girl walked past him. 

holding a white rose. 

From that moment on, everything became 

extraordinary. 

He began paying attention to that girl and learning 

about her. 

After he repeatedly saw those people bullying her 

because of her mother, he finally could not help stepping forward. 

In truth, he had not done much. He had only said a few 

things. 

The person who truly made those younger and 

middle–aged women back off was Bianca herself. 

“We’ve humiliated her like this, and she hasn’t made a 

sound. That kind of endurance…” 

A middle–aged woman clicked her tongue. “If it had been her mother, that slutty homewrecker would’ve lost it by now. Looks like she really isn’t the same as 

her mother.” 

“Then let’s just leave it alone from now on. It’s pitiful enough to have a mother like that, and her father won’t 

even acknowledge her.” 

Thinking back on those words now, Elliot wanted to slap himself hard across the face several times. 

Back then, he had clearly thought the same thing. So how had he later come to believe, as if it were only natural, that the daughter of the other woman had to become the other woman too? 

He was such a bastard. He must have been out of his 

damn mind. 

Elliot slapped himself hard across the face twice.