Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 327

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Chapter 327 Begging to Be Humiliated

Sterling just smiled, said nothing, and kissed her hand.

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Jasper, who’d been about to step out for air, froze when he saw the sweet couple across the deck.

That kind of easy, leaning–in intimacy–he couldn’t even remember having it with Claudia.

Endless fights, standoffs, exhaustion–that had been their normal.

He finally knew what she cared about, what she wanted, and he no longer had the right to offer it.

If the man beside her weren’t Sterling….

He clenched his fist.

“Jasper!” a delighted voice rang out behind him.

He frowned, not returning a smile.

He hadn’t expected to run into Lydia here.

She came up; he said nothing.

“What a coincidence,” she said, smiling. “I’m here with Clarence. Want to sit for a bit?”

Jasper’s brow tightened. “Clarence is here, too?”

Lydia nodded. “He’s trying to line up some investment.”

Lydia knew even if Clarence hustled, it was pointless, but she wasn’t about to warn him.

Following Jasper’s gaze, she saw who he was looking at, and a tangle of fear, spite, and jealousy flashed through her eyes before she smoothed it over. “Claudia’s here too. She and Mr. Romero look really close.

“But during the time I was hospitalized, she never came to see me–fine. She also hasn’t visited Mom. Mom’s heartbroken.”

“Drop the act,” Jasper said, cold.

Lydia blinked.

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Chapter 327 Begging to Be Humiliated

Jasper held her stare. “Look at you. Is this appropriate? And your mother–after the Lancasters treated her, you still expect Claudia to play nice with you?”

The recent hits had finally knocked sense into him–how wildly wrong he’d been.

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Lydia and her mother were no different from William–maybe even more shameless.

If it were him, he’d wish them dead too.

Lydia had never imagined Jasper would talk to her like this. Even after she wrecked his blind date with Sasha and he said he was done with her, he hadn’t gone this hard.

Jasper shouldered past her. “Excuse me.”

He looked toward a cluster of heiresses in the lounge, critiquing the yacht’s pastry chef, and pressed his lips thin.

His mother was right: he couldn’t keep wallowing. Even if it meant losing pride and playing dirty, he had to get back up.

What happened with Sasha could not happen again.

Lydia stood stiff, watching him slip, cool and composed, into that pack of rich kids‘ talk, taking the sneers on the chin and refusing to back off.

At some point, Clarence appeared behind her. “You’re begging to be humiliated.”

The once–model siblings–gentle big brother, respectful little sister–were gone; all that remained was venom.

Lydia cut him a cold side–eye.

In two days, her plan would land.

As for Clarence and the Lancasters, they were finished. Who cried first was still up in the air.

She bumped his shoulder and strode off.

Clarence frowned, halted, and glanced back at Claudia and Sterling still leaning close, trading whispers.

He thought of how many times he’d tried to pitch the Lancaster patents that afternoon and kept getting shut down, and frustration burned in his chest.

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