You two can still get together after breaking up.

Next morning

Richard sent the housekeepers back to work. Once he finished smoking a stick of cigarette, he then headed upstairs and entered Nicole's room. There Richard spotted Henry packing his medical kit. Meanwhile, Nicole lay on the bed. Her face, which was no larger than an open palm, appeared stark pale.

Henry shot a glance at Richard when he noticed him entering the room. Richard then huffed, "Her B.P. is stabilised now. She should rest for the next couple of days."

"All right. Thank you for your hard work," Richard muttered. "If you truly believe that I'm working hard, then don't summon me the next time something happens." Henry slung his medical bag across his shoulder.

His narrowed eyes were filled with displeasure. "When your wife faints, you asked for me to help. When your ex-girlfriend faints, you call me again Like, what the hell is going on?" Henry snapped.

Richard merely frowned in response. "The car's waiting for you by the door."

"All right, all right. I got it." Henry rolled his eyes at Richard, then swiftly left the bedroom.

Richard then called Steven to give him an order.

"Check out the fashion shows that Nicole has been to in the past and the kinds of clothes and bags that she likes. Purchase them and send them to her place."

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It was past seven o'clock in the evening when Miranda drove back to the villa. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Richard idly flipping a magazine.

Miranda, who has the nonchalant expression raises her hands and unbuttons her suit's buttons one by one. She then took her coat and shirt off, exposing her perfect shoulders. The moment Richard spotted the snowy skin of her breasts, his gaze darkened, and he quickly turned his attention away from her.

Just as she was about to leave, she thought of something and looked up at the man. "Richard, have you eaten?"

Richard looked at her with a vague smile. "I've been waiting waiting for Emily since 6 o'clock. Do you think I've eaten?"

After entering the kitchen, she opened the slice of black velvet cake she bought on her way back from work.

Although almost an hour had passed, the cake still tasted heavenly. The cake melted almost immediately on her tongue, and her mouth was filled with the sweet taste of cream. The fresh mango on the cake was also sweet, making her unable to stop eating. In just a short time, she lowered her head and finished more than half of the cake.

When Richard entered the kitchen, he saw her standing at the dining table with a spoon in her hand, stuffing cake into her mouth.

He thought that Miranda had hurried into the kitchen to make dinner.

Richard was at a loss for words. He stared at the woman's back and narrowed his eyes.

Miranda was gobbling down a cake when she felt a force tugging her backwards by her shoulder. The loss of balance almost made her scream in fright.

"Richard! What's wrong with you!" Miranda's body backed away and increased the distance between her and the man.

"Miranda, Are you throwing a tantrum at me?" Richard placed his hands on the table and leaned toward her, closing their distance.

"Why? Didn't Nicole cook for you?" She asked furiously.

Richard's eyes darkened while looking at her fair-skinned back and cold, stubborn face.

Miranda shifted toward the edge of the dining table, wanting to get off. However, Richard stretched his arm around her waist, threw her over his shoulders, and strode toward the bedroom.

"Put me down, Richard! If you don't let me go, I'm calling the cops!" she screamed while she continued struggling. As she was yelling, Richard found her bedroom and put his body on top of hers after throwing her onto the bed.

"What's the matter? You two can still get together after breaking up. Moreover, Jenson died long ago. There are many cases where a younger brother marries their sister-in-law." Miranda tried to pull her wrist out of his hands.

Richard punched the bed, his close first landing right beside her face. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the bulging veins on the back of his hand.

Richard was on the verge of flying into a rage, and she wondered if his fist was going to land on her the next second.

His body bent down, and she could feel his breath on her lips. "One word...I will cut your tongue."

Suddenly, Miranda gritted her teeth, pulled his shirt collar aside, and bit him on his neck as if he were taking revenge.

Richard slightly frowned when he felt the harmless bite. He then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away from him. With an intense stare, he warned her, "I dare you to bite me again."

Miranda felt her eyes prickling as though she was about to weep again. She looked elsewhere because she couldn't stand his cold and emotionless gaze on her.

"Get some rest."

Once again, he marched out of the room once he finished his sentence.