Chapter 11: Poor in One Cut, Rich in One Cut, Rags in One Cut

Jameson stared at the two of them clinging to each other like there was nobody else in the world. His eyes bulged like bells, veins standing out on his forehead as he roared, "Winter Shirvinton, you're doing this on purpose to piss me off! There's no way you're actually engaged to him!" Winter curled her lip in disdain. She leaned her head against Atreus Lyson's shoulder and spoke in a deliberately sweet, clinging tone. "Who has the time to do anything 'on purpose' to you? Atreus and I are genuinely...