Terence felt a familiar feeling when he looked at the box. Full of doubt, he opened it. His eyes widened
as he looked inside. He suddenly felt a surge of memories pouring out, as if a gate in his mind had
opened.
When he married Julia three years ago, they didn't host a wedding ceremony. Instead, they only
registered their marriage in the Civil Affairs Bureau. Even so, Julia had been happy for several days.
Later, Julia had said that the wedding ceremony could be saved, but the wedding rings were non-
negotiable. She dragged Terence to a store, so that they could buy the rings. Up until now, Terence
could still remember the happy expression on her face after they purchased a pair of rings.
Although Terence never wore his ring, Julia never took hers off.
Looking at the ring inside the box, Terence felt an empty pit in his heart.
"Mr. Chen, I'll throw it away," the maid politely said.
"Forget it..." He heavily sighed and shook his head. "Please put the box in my car."
After a bath, Jean came downstairs.
In a daze, Terence was still holding the box in his hand. But upon seeing Jean come down, he
immediately hid it in his pocket. Calmly, he flashed her a small smile.
Although it was a simple action, Jean clearly saw what he did.
She didn't know what was inside, but she had an idea that it must have had something to do with Julia.
Jean paused and walked over with a grin. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting for a while."
"It's alright. You can stay here as long as you like."
"Okay." Jean slowly nodded.
Without saying anything else, Terence turned to leave. But Jean stopped him. "It's dinner time. Why
don't you have dinner with me? I can cook something for you."
"No, thanks." Terence didn't feel like eating anything. "I have a meeting later at the company. We can
eat together next time. Besides, your hand still hasn't recovered.
We have plenty of chances in the future."
He strode out of the room, no longer paying any more attention to Jean's dissuasion.
He didn't know why, but he could still feel Julia's presence in the villa even though her things had
already been cleared out.
"Mr. Chen, the box has been put into your car." He heard a small voice next to him. It was the maid
scurrying back to the villa.
"Okay." With a curt nod, Terence sped up his pace to leave.
Jean was quite unhappy when Terence left. From the corner of her eye, she saw the maid enter the
villa. She quickly called out, "What's your name?"
"I'm Sherry, Miss Gu," the maid politely replied. She had taken care of Julia for the last three years.
Although she treated Jean with cordial respect, she didn't really like her.
To her, Julia was the best woman in the world, but she was driven away because of Jean.
"Sherry..." Jean smirked and repeated it. "It's a good name."
Not wanting to say anything further, Sherry flatly gazed at the woman and politely said, "Miss Gu, if you
don't need anything else, I'll get back to work now."
"Wait a minute!" Jean walked over to Sherry and took her hand. "You look like my age, so please don't
call me Miss Gu anymore. Just call me Jean. I don't know anyone here, so I hope we can be friends in
the future."
Since she had been abroad for the last three years, Jean didn't really know much about Terence. She
wanted to befriend Sherry, so she could find out more about him.
Sherry obviously didn't buy what she was saying. She withdrew her hand and skeptically replied, "Miss
Gu, don't joke with me."
No longer in the mood to beat around the bush, Jean decided to get straight to the point. "What did you
put in Terence's car?"
"Those were Mrs. Chen's belongings. Mr. Chen was reluctant to throw them away, so he asked me to
put them in his car," Sherry answered.
Jean's face contorted into a frown at what she had just heard. She finally realized why Sherry was
being very hostile to her. It seemed that no matter where she was, Julia's presence would always be
lingering.
The thought that Terence had taken those things to remember Julia, made Jean jealous.
After his departure from the villa, Terence didn't go to the company. Instead, he drove to Consuela's
house and saw Julia, who had just arrived from the hospital.
Her hand was covered with a white bandage. He looked at her face and saw her distraught expression.
Terence couldn't help but want to hold her.
He stopped himself from doing so.
Julia was such a vicious woman. She didn't deserve to be loved by him.
Just as he was about to drive away, he heard a knock on the window, and turned to see Consuela's
round face.
Consuela had seen Terence's car from a distance and came over to check. She was hoping that she
was wrong, but to her surprise, it was him.
She waved and gestured for him to roll down the window. Terence did it and asked, "What's up?"
"I should be the one asking you that." With her hands on her hips, Consuela arched an eyebrow. "Mr.
Chen, this is my house. What are you doing here?"
"This is my business. Is it necessary for me to give an explanation?"
Consuela huffed with anger, "Listen, Terence Chen. You and Julia are divorced, so you should really
stop showing up. You are a bastard. There are better things out there waiting for Julia. If I see you
again, I won't spare you!
You better stay with your new bitch. Stop troubling Julia!"
"Really?" Terence sneered. "Please tell Julia that she should be well-behaved in the future. I won't
bother her, but if she troubles Jean again, I won't let her go."
Consuela was so upset at how unreasonable Terence was. She wanted to pull him out of his car and
teach him a good lesson. Lost in her angry thoughts, she failed to see Terence closing the window,
almost hurting her hand.
Watching Terence's car speed away, Consuela swore furiously, "You escaped quickly this time. But if
you dare come here again, you'll be sorry."
Angrily, Consuela trudged back inside the house. Her face instantly darkened when she saw Julia's
wounded elbow. "Always remember who you are, okay? You're always getting hurt. You are a celebrity!
What if you get scars?"
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