“Don’t interfere with any of my business from now on, otherwise there will be consequences. You better
have your stuff sent back.”
Whitney’s face turns dreadfully pale after hearing Frances’s cruel words.
“Frances, how can you do this to me? I’m your wife, we’re supposed to live together!” Whitney is
literally begging him.
She loses all her arrogance and dignity when facing Frances. I know clearly, it’s because she loves
him. Only when you love someone so deep that you will willingly throw all your dignity away.
“Whitney Jordan, you know exactly why we get married. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll call Mr. Jordan.”
In the end, Whitney leaves unwillingly.
I stand where I am, witnessing everything.
Today I finally get an idea how detached he is.
He treats his own wife like this, if one day we break up, he’s gonna treat me worse.
Their relationship confuses me, because I just heard that they had already separated for two years.
Couples automatically divorce after they have lived apart for two years. I know because I divorced
Andrew.
But when I look at Frances and Whitney, I don’t see any incompatibility.
Confused as I am, I won’t try to find answers.
Steven doesn’t let go of my shoulder until Whitney leaves. He says to me, “Can you be more careful, I
don’t wanna be the one who always clean up the mess for you. One second later, things will turn ugly.”
“Why are you here?” I ask him.
“Well, Whitney texted me early, telling me she was coming for Frances. I called both of you, but no one
answered. So, here I am.”
I check my phone and the missed call shows up on the screen.
None of us took the phone to the restaurant, that was how the drama started.
“What do you want from her?” I ask casually.
“I remember you told me Whitney was there when you asked Donny to check your design paper. Even
though that was a rough draft and it was rejected, you can still see some similarities between that one
and the final version. I wanted her to testify that it was you who drew it.”
His words warm my heart.
He really goes all in for me.
I can’t imagine how discomfited I would be in front of Whitney if it hadn’t for Steven.
“Steven, I appreciate that, honestly. But she won’t do it, even though she knows the truth. Nicole is her
best friend, she has no reason to help me.”
When I met Nicole at the antique store last time, she acted like I didn’t exist. When it comes to
plagiarism, which can ruin one's whole life, she definitely doesn’t want to do me a favor.
“It’s hard to say. She may have extreme thoughts sometimes, but she still keeps her professional ethics
and she hates plagiarism all her life. She might not buy all of my words, but once she knows about you
and Frances, she will never help you.” Steven explains.
“Mr. Song, you don’t have to worry about that.”
After a long tome of being silent, Frances speaks.
But nothing good comes out of his mouth.
It doesn’t seem to bother Steven for he curls his lips and leaves.
Frances takes me home, then he gives a call to have all the stuff moved out.
One day later, we move into a new place.
I have to say I like the new place a lot.
A villa by the sea. I can have the sea breeze on me and listen to the sound of the waves when I have
nothing to do. That will be nice.
As long as there is no Tsunami.
I’m quite satisfied with the decorations in the house. It doesn’t look like a place that Frances finds in a
hurry, I assume he has bought this place long ago because of all the delicate design.
When I walk into the bathroom, I find two doors.
However, I’m shocked the moment I push open the other door.
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