This was the private room they had shared for years since they got married, even before Irene came and destroyed their marriage.
Every detail of this room's decor was engraved in her heart. She had spent her thoughts and time tracking down the right fabric and furniture to decorate the bridal chamber. She and Hans had shared many beautiful memories in this room over the years.
How could Hans bring another woman into their room and kick her out without a shred of guilt?
Irene pretended to tremble with fear, hiding behind Hans while clutching his hand.
"Hans, it's okay. I can be placed in any room. It's better if I just move out of this house.”
Hans's face softened as he looked at Irene and stroked her arm. "It's not safe for you to go out in the middle of the night like this. That intruder is definitely after you. Of all the people in this villa, you're the only one being terrorized. I have to protect you because it's my responsibility."
"But what about Violette...?"
Hans shifted his gaze to Violette indifferently. "Violette, as someone older than Irene, you have to give in. Give this room to Irene."
"You're worried about Irene being attacked, but what about me? What if the intruder hurts me—"
Hans interrupted her. "You grew up in a mafia family. You've faced dangerous situations many times, but you've always been safe all these years. You're different from Irene, who is weak and unable to fight back."
Not wanting to hear Violette's refusal, Hans called a servant to move Violette's belongings to another room.
Violette clenched her hands tightly. Pain pierced her chest. Tears threatened to fall.
Since Irene returned a year ago, Hans's attitude had changed. He cared more about Irene and no longer cared about the image of a caring husband that he had always projected.
"I'm sorry, Violette. I didn't mean to make you move out of this room..." Irene whispered weakly, looking at her with an apologetic gaze. But the corners of her lips curled into a sly smile.
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," Hans said, glancing indifferently at Violette. "Don't blame Irene."
"I didn't say anything," Violette replied coldly.
"Hans, can you stay with me for a while? I'm afraid to be alone. "Irene leaned weakly on Hans as if she were about to faint.
" Okay, I'll keep you company."
Ignoring Violette's reaction, Hans took Irene into their room and closed the door right in front of her face.