Beatrice didn't leave, she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Who did he think he was to judge her? No one is perfect, then why was he acting as if he his perfect? It wasn't her fault she slept with a stranger on a party, it wasn't!She sobbed and stood up, she walked out of the room and didn't know where to search for him, she didn't know what to do at that moment. She walked about the house looking for him, she was looking for him to ask him of her car. She came across a lady who was dressed in a maid uniform."Excuse me, where is Brandon's room" She asked the lady."You mean Sir Brandon?" The lady asked and Beatrice rolled her eyes before nodding in reply."Just head straight, and turn left, the first room there is his" She described."Merci!" Beatrice appreciated with a smile."Please always knock before opening his door" She said and walked away. Beatrice knew what she meant, she walked to the
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