My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1613 - 1072: I’m telling the truth; why should I apologize?

Chapter 1613: Chapter 1072: I’m telling the truth; why should I apologize?

In her expectant gaze, Frank Parker took another bite.

Just tasting the flavor, Frank realized that this dish was not at the same level as the previous one.

"How is it, is it good?" Lady Parker asked again.

Next to him, Sunny Bridge was looking at him with anticipation.

Frank immediately understood what was going on.

He put down his fork, picked up the napkin on the table, and leisurely wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Mom."

After a while, as Lady Parker was about to put more food onto Frank’s plate, he stopped her with a raised hand.

His narrow, phoenix-like eyes were half-closed, and he said coldly, "You don’t have to bother with all this. I came back today to tell you in person, don’t even think about trying to bring Sunny and me together anymore."

"I’m not interested in women like her."

Looking at Sunny’s suddenly pale face, Frank didn’t bother to consider her feelings at the moment, and continued coldly, "What, the Bridge family’s daughter can’t get married, so you keep trying to sell her to our Parker family?"

"Frank, what the hell are you talking about?" Lady Parker’s face changed immediately and she frowned. "How could you say something so outrageous? You apologize to Sunny right now."

"Apologize?"

Frank stared at Sunny expressionlessly, his eyes full of disgust. "I’m just stating the facts. Why should I apologize? Sunny, I thought I made it clear to you. Did you think that pestering me like this would be useful?"

"My lifelong decision can only be made by myself, and no one else can decide for me. Do you think that pleasing my mom is useful? That you can marry into the Parker family?"

Lady Parker’s face looked awful: "Enough, Frank, don’t say any more."

"Sunny is a guest, and I invited her to our home. How could you say such outrageous things to her?"

"Guest?" Frank sneered coldly. "She’s your guest, not mine. If she’s going to be in this house in the future, don’t bother calling me back."

"Also."

Frank half-closed his eyes, the coldness in his gaze fixed on a pale-faced Sunny, and his voice without any warmth: "Sunny Bridge, I’m warning you, if you dare to go find Joanna Lawrence again, don’t blame me for being rude to you."

Sunny had been enduring it the whole time.

But when she heard the three words "Joanna Lawrence", she couldn’t bear it any longer.

She raised her head abruptly, her eyes red and furious. "So all those rumors online are true. You really like this woman, don’t you?"

"She’s just a minor actress, and she’s even had ambiguous relationships with so many men. What’s so special about her that you like her? Frank, even if you’re still in love with Rebecca Kelloway now, it’s better than liking that kind of woman. You..."

There was a sudden "smack" sound.

First, the sound of glass shattering on the ground, followed by a shrill scream: "Ah!"

At Sunny’s feet, there was a broken wine glass.

And the red wine in the glass had splashed all over her.

The glass had just flown past her face, almost hitting her directly.

Sunny looked at Frank in shock and fear.

The man’s gaze was ice-cold, as if his whole body was filled with ice, giving off an extremely cold presence without even a trace of warmth.

When he looked at her, his eyes were sharp and intimidating, like a knife.

After just one glance, Sunny was so frightened that she turned her gaze away.

Thinking about the wine glass that had nearly smashed into her face just now, she started to tremble in fear, tightly clinging to Lady Parker’s arm: "Madam White, I’m so scared, I want to go home."