Ophelia couldn’t guess what Zachariah was angry about.
“Zachariah, be happy. I’m scared with your stern face.” Ophelia showed her weakness deliberately and
pretended to be pitiful.
When the doctor repeatedly assured him that Ophelia’s hand would be fine as long as she was took
good care of it for three to four months, his face looked a little better, but he still ignored Ophelia.
His face was still looked solemn until he got into the car.
Ophelia was a bit frightened and she said cautiously, “What are you angry about? Don’t ignore me. It’s
hard for me when you ignore me.”
Zachariah finally spared her a glance, but his tone was cold and hard, “Ophelia, think about it. I’m
willing to spend a lifetime proving that I care about you the most. We’ve missed too much time before,
but it’s not late now. I’ll prove that my passion and tolerance is not just lip service.”
Ophelia seemed to understand something and her heart felt warm.
She hung her head and avoided his gaze subconsciously.
Zachariah drove the car up and kept silent on the way, allowing the silence to spread in the car.
Even though Zachariah was angry, he took good care of Ophelia in every way he could. When she had
a hand broken, Zachariah helped her take a shower. He carried her to the toilet in the morning, even
helped her squeeze the toothpaste as if she was a one-month-old baby.
Zachariah felt that there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Ophelia was enjoying it while
being afraid of falling deeper into dependency.
Over the past month, Zachariah had put off a lot of work to take good care of her, leaving all but
important documents to his subordinates while he kept a priority on her, which invariably caused her
psychological pressure as she doesn’t want to become a burden to Zachariah.
The fact that Zachariah could take good care of her without fail even when her hand was broken made
her think about whether he will put everything down in case she goes blind one day?
The matter weighed upon her mind at the thought of such an outcome. She didn’t want him to be so
kind to her, such deep love was a blessing when she was intact, but when she became blind it would
be a heavy burden.
Zachariah is excellent and should stand at the top of his profession and become the king of his
commercial world instead of preventing him from career success for sentimental reasons.
Ophelia also felt that her eyesight was slowly deteriorating and She could hardly see at a further
distance. To hide it from Zachariah, she had to pretend that she was normal, for the sake of
Zachariah’s peace of mind.
This night, after Zachariah had bathed her and finished his own, he put his arm around her and said,
“What are you thinking about?”
Ophelia leaned into his arms reassuringly and said, “Nothing. I just think that you are so good to me.
With the memories you have given me, I am satisfied in my life.” Even if I go blind for the rest of my life.
I won’t be alone with those memories.
In fact, during January, as her eyesight declined, she was already planning how she would be able to
leave him. She just didn’t know if she would become torn apart when the day came to leave.
Ophelia invited Madeleine to meet at an elegant tea house with a quiet environment.
Madeleine, carrying a bag, pulled the door and said in a loud voice, “Honey, why do you like here? Are
you pretending to be mystery? Didn’t you just ask me out to drink tea with you?”
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ophelia’s face as she pointed to the futon opposite her and
said, “Sit down and let’s talk about it.”
Madeleine put her bag on the other side, then sat down cross-legged with a big grin.
Ophelia poured her a cup of tea and said, “Taste it. The tea here is the most authentic with bitter sweet
that tastes good in the mouth. You should like it.”
Madeleine picked up the teacup and tried it with a touch of elegance. She tasted it briefly and smashed
it a few times. She nodded approvingly and said, “This tea is quite tasty, but as a rough person I can’t
taste it due to my impatience.”
Ophelia just smiled.
Madeleine toyed with her teacup, gave her a somewhat strange look and said, “Darling, did we come
here just for tea?”
“Couldn’t it be? It seems like a long time since we sat down and talked about it.” Ophelia said with
some remembrance.
Madeleine became serious all of a sudden and said, “Honey, are you worried about something?”
Ophelia shook her head and gave a bitter smile, saying, “Madeleine, I can’t hide anything from you
when I have something in my mind.”
Madeleine raised her eyebrows, a little smug.
She poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it comfortably.
Ophelia said, “Madeleine, I want to divorce.”
Madeleine nonchalantly spat out the tea.
She coughed violently several times, raised her hand indecently to wipe the tea from the corner of her
mouth, and said incredulously, “Honey, what did you say?”
Ophelia lowered her eyelids, hiding the sadness that was welling up in her eyes, and said in a light
tone, “Madeleine, I have thought it all over carefully. I want to divorce him.”
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