Chapter 55: He Thinks I Am Dirty

Trevor staggered as he fled. Standing at the doorway, Lily watched his retreating figure. Then, hearing noises from the bridal boutique, others stepped inside to check what was going on. The woman who had just been radiant and beautiful was now drenched from head to toe. To make matters worse, she was still wearing her wedding dress—soaked, disheveled, and exhausted.

Summer’s face darkened. Not because Trevor had run off in a panic, but because he had just squeezed her hand so hard that it hurt. What a brute. How have I never realized he has this side to him?

She rarely saw him lose control. His anger usually froze into cold indifference; his icy voice alone enough to keep most people at bay. Today was only the second time. The first was three years ago, back when she had just joined Stewart Group. She had been assigned to entertain clients. No one had known she was the Stewart family heiress then; they all assumed she was just an ordinary employee.

Summer was strikingly beautiful, and it didn’t take long for a client to take notice. Her manager, eager to secure a deal, pushed her forward to toast the client, then slipped away, leaving her alone in the private lounge with several men. By the end of the toasting session, one of them, a sleazy drunk, reached out to touch her leg.

Summer refused to tolerate it. Furious, she dumped the entire glass of liquor onto him, causing an uproar in the bar. It just so happened that the bar belonged to one of Trevor’s friends, and Trevor had been there that night. That was the first time she saw him lose his mind. Trevor had walked up, grabbed a bottle, and smashed it over the man’s head. He wouldn’t stop, insisting on breaking his hand.

Back then, Summer had been moved beyond words. Only later did she realize that it had only been Trevor’s possessiveness at play. So now, she knew exactly how much it must have shattered him to see the marks on her body, to realize she was no longer his first. A man’s pride, trampled beneath her feet.

She twisted her wrist, trying to grab her phone, only to see it lying on the ground, soaked by the water from the restroom. Lily snapped out of her daze and quickly picked up the phone, handing it to her.

“Ms. Stewart, why don’t you change first? We’ll handle the cleanup.”

“Alright.”

Summer glanced down at her soaked, pristine white wedding dress. It was a custom-made, one-of-a-kind piece, and now that it was ruined, there was no salvaging it.

“Have Trevor cover the compensation for the dress.”

It wasn’t her fault, after all. After changing in the fitting room, Summer walked out of Linden Bridal Boutique, flagged down a taxi, and headed home. But she didn’t feel like being alone tonight. With her phone dead, she decided to stop by a nearby mall to get it fixed.

Just then, the work phone in her bag rang. She took it out and checked the caller ID. It was Jasper. He had probably tried her personal phone first but couldn’t get through, so he was calling her work phone instead. Summer answered.

On the other end, Jasper asked, “Summer, how did the wedding dress fitting go?”

A mocking smile curled on Summer’s lips. Before she could respond, Jasper continued, “Your mom heard you two were trying on wedding dresses. She wants you to bring Trevor over for dinner tonight.”

Summer smirked. “Trevor probably won’t be in the mood to eat.”

In his office, Jasper immediately knew she had pulled something. “What did you do this time, Summer? Don’t forget, if you want that 30 percent of Stewart Group’s shares, you need to behave and get married.”

“Dad, if you’re so curious about what happened, why not ask Trevor yourself? Oh, are you sure you don’t want to transfer that 30 percent to me now?”

“Of course. As long as you agree to marry into the Larson family, after the wedding, I’ll transfer the 30 percent shares to you, plus a mall, as a wedding gift.”

Jasper was pulling out all the stops to force this marriage. Summer flexed her wrist. “What if Trevor refuses to marry me?”

Jasper frowned. “Why would he? Everything was fine today. He even had Linden design the wedding dress. For someone of his status, that’s already quite the effort. Summer, don’t play games.”

“He thinks I’m dirty.”

Jasper’s voice turned cold. “Summer, you are the Stewart family heiress, my daughter. What filth are you talking about?”