Chapter 39

• Juliette Pov
• “Talk about shit!” I threw my hands up in the air irritated. Thankfully, I got to know that one of Zachary’s maid changed my clothes after that tragic fall in that stupid fountain. But that monkey of a man had to just play with me and my poor mind claiming that he was the one who changed my clothes. I asked him the whole day yesterday about who changed my clothes, and all he did was mock me, glare at me, ignore me, type on his laptop and phone, at one point he had the guts to even shove me out of his stupid study room. I even banged few times on his door because he locked it from the inside claiming that ‘I was irritating him!’ I mean how the hell was I irritating him when he was the one who was irritating me?
• I asked a simple question “Who changed my clothes?”