Revenge After rebirth (Mayra and Anderson)

Revenge 134

“Get up!”

Mayra didn’t receive the help she was hoping for. Instead, she got a stern rebuke. Glancing at Anderson, she saw the anger in his eyes and

sheepishly stood up.

“Are you broke, or did you max out your card? Mayra, why are you still doing this?”

Things had changed. She didn’t need to do these things anymore. The cautious, insecure demeanor she had always gave Anderson a headache. He didn’t know when she would change.

“Didn’t I tell you not to hoard this junk in the garage anymore?” Anderson asked.

Mayra retorted, “This isn’t junk. It can be sold for money.”

“Now you’re talking back, huh?” Anderson said.

Mayra muttered, “You’re really mean.”

“I’m mean, yet you never listen.”

If Anderson’s employees were to see this, they would start thinking about drafting their resignation letters. From top executives to regular employees, no one dared to cross him. But his temper with Mayra was different. A little coaxing usually did the trick.

Mayra remained silent. As Anderson approached, Mayra smelled the familiar scent of bamboo and rain–a fragrance Hailey loved.

He had been with Hailey.

“Why didn’t you go to the piano lessons I enrolled you in?” Anderson asked.

Mayra, looking like a child caught in the act, fidgeted with her hands. “I don’t want to go. I don’t see the point.”

“Why?”

“It’s useless to me. Learning it won’t put food on the table,” Mayra replied.

In her past life, Anderson had also signed her up for numerous classes aimed at elites. She failed to learn and was scolded for it, so she figured it was better not to go at all.

Anderson had reprimanding words ready but ultimately felt powerless in front of her. “Go to your room and reflect for half an hour.”

“But I haven’t eaten.”

“Mayra! Do you think I won’t deal with you?”

Mayra pretended to be in pain as she clutched her stomach. “No… My stomach, Andy… It hurts.”

With a frown, Anderson carried Mayra. She leaned against his chest, genuinely looking like she was in pain.

They should be keeping certain boundaries. She and Anderson were about the same age, but Anderson could also be her uncle.

Perhaps Mayra was overthinking it. Maybe Anderson just saw her as a naïve young girl.

In the bright hall, the light from the crystal chandelier made Mayra’s dirty face look even more comical.

The maid greeted them, “Mr. Barlow, Ms. Sandler, the midnight snack is ready.”

Anderson ordered, “Get the gastric pills from upstairs.”

“Okay, Mr. Barlow.”

He set Mayra on the couch, not minding the dirt on her. Mayra knew Anderson was a neat freak, but he seemed to make an exception for her.

As Mayra watched Anderson’s sharp features, she got lost in thought. He reached into her school uniform, his hand warm against her flat stomach.

She felt a rush of heat and quickly stood up from his lap. “I–I’m fine now.”

She had just been faking it.

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