Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen ( Mia Bowen ) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 

Mia clicked her tongue in frustration, realizing that today hadn’t unfolded as smoothly as she had hoped. 

Originally intending to work some extra hours at the studio, she unexpectedly came across Felix and Janice sharing a meal. 

The awkwardness continued when she found herself in the same restaurant as Timothy. 

To make matters worse, she unwittingly took a sip from a glass of whiskey that had been mistakenly served to her. 

Perhaps Mia should consult the almanac before venturing out in the future. 

Timothy stood just outside the walk–in closet, his tall and slender figure commanding attention. 

His gaze remained fixed on Mia, who had just made disparaging remarks about him. 

As Timothy stood there, a flood–of memories from a distant past washed over him. 

In those bygone days, every time he returned home from work, Mia would respectfully stand by his side like a devoted attendant. 

Together, they would proceed to the bedroom’s walk–in closet, where she had already laid out the 

clothes he would change into for the night. 

Despite being accustomed to her constant presence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something 

was amiss during this period. However, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

It wasn’t until he saw Mia standing in the dressing room that he finally became aware of what had 

been missing all along. 

In a casual tone, Timothy spoke, “Have you got nothing to say? You were quite eloquent just a moment ago.” 

Clearing her throat, Mia responded, “In truth, I seldom speak negatively about others behind their 

backs.” 

“Enough with the charade. Did I mishear your words just now?” 

Maintaining a serious tone, Mia clarified, “No, Mr. Barrett, you heard correctly. What I meant is that I typically express my criticisms directly to people rather than gossiping behind their backs.” 

Upon uttering those words, Mia immediately noticed Timothy’s expression darken. 

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Sensing the atmosphere taking a negative turn, Holly swiftly exited the dressing room, choosing not to entangle herself in their dispute. 

As Mia observed Timothy’s somber demeanor, her mood unexpectedly lifted. 

After three years of marriage, Mia had become well–acquainted with the art of making Timothy 

happy and, of course, knew how to provoke him. 

Having endured three years of submission, only to be callously discarded by him, why should she 

now bend over backward to accommodate and please him? 

Timothy instinctively caught the sly glint in Mia’s eyes, realizing that she was intentionally 

attempting to provoke him. 

He whispered, “Since when have I become picky and hard to please? Even when your taste used to be questionable, I never made things difficult for you.” 

“Come on, don’t you remember the time you accused me of being colorblind just because the 

bedsheet was a shade darker? 

“And let’s not forget when you insisted on wearing those ill–fitting shoes, resulting in painful 

blisters. I even went to several stores and thoughtfully selected suitable shoes for you. 

“Yet, what was your response? You pointed out they didn’t quite align with your status. These are just a few instances. How can you assert you’ve never made things difficult for me?” 

Mia poured out all her grievances, laying bare her emotions. 

Despite this, Timothy maintained his silence. 

Mia subtly cast a glance, observing the intense shadows in his eyes that unmistakably revealed 

his anger. 

It was precisely the emotion she sought to provoke. 

If Timothy failed to respond with anger, it would indicate that Mia’s words had not achieved the intended impact. 

Timothy’s tone remained composed as spoke, “Honestly, Holly seems to be struggling in her role. Perhaps she should consider resigning.” 

Mia’s expression turned into a frown as she vouched for Holly’s performance, stating, “I’ve noticed 

Holly’s considerable improvement. 

“Mr. Barrett, you tend to be quite critical. Aren’t you aware of that aspect of yourself?” Mia 

criticised.