Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1781

All of a sudden, Deanna thought things were getting exciting and followed Rossie further in with a grin on her face.

Marissa was sitting in the living room right then. Her expression turned sour seeing the girls, and she got up to retreat to her room. Marissa still held a grudge for how Rossie saved Raeleigh from her grasps. She hated Raeleigh to her core, and the feeling now extended to Rossie.

However, just as Marissa stood up, Rossie spoke.

"My, if it isn't Madam Marissa. I didn't think I'd bump into you here; what a small world. I wonder what fate is up to, always bringing me to where you are. Don't you think it's funny?"

Deanna gazed at Rossie as she mocked Marissa, amazed by her ability. She'd had to tell the story to her mother; her sister-in-law was like a smart and evil mistress straight out of the TV.

Seeing how smug Rossie was, Deanna was no longer worried, placing her hands behind her back, and was no longer cold.

As for Rossie, she looked down at her nails, looking all contemptuous as she walked toward Marissa.

"I only didn't make a big deal out of it for Rayan's sake. But how dare you come to my house and step all over me? Because you think I'm old and can't fend for myself?"

Marissa's gaze was fierce, but she didn't dare act recklessly right then, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. It was apparent to her that Rossie's arrival at this time was for her to do precisely so so that Trevor could keep her on house arrest.

Marissa saw right through Rossie's mal-intention.

Rossie took a few steps toward Marissa, saying, "We have beef, and I haven't managed to vent my frustrations yet. My sister-in-law advised that it won't do my baby in my belly good if I don't get it out of me. I had thought of letting the matter slide, of course, taking my parents-in-law into account.

"But coming here, your attitude is still as horrible as ever, and it pissed me off again."

Deanna said unhappily, "What does this have to do with me? When did I say that? Don't go pointing fingers!"

Rossie took a gander at her but didn't explain.

"Madam Marissa, thanks to you, Raeleigh's hand is now ruined. I just came over from her place."

Rossie hadn't stood at the porch for Deanna's return but felt terrible for Raeleigh's hand.

Raeleigh returned with a bruised hand, and

Jepherson went to Raeleigh after exchanging a few words in the living room. That was all she saw. Raeleigh didn't let anyone touch her and said they didn't need to bother with it.

She didn't know the details, only that her injured hand meant the end of her career.

Everyone knew Raeleigh's gift in designing, but it was now all just a dream, all thanks to Marissa. How could Rossie not want to get even?

Rossie didn't know precisely where Marissa lived in the Ink Garden, so she dragged Deanna over. Deanna being the dum- dum she was, followed Rossie foolishly.

She had planned to back Rossie up, fanning the flames as she watched the scene unfold. But she had a feeling things were getting out of hand.

Even if Deanna wanted to leave, she wouldn't dare.

What if something happened to Rossie after she left? If Marissa dared hurt Rossie, all hell would break loose, wouldn't it?