<b>Chapter </b><b>154 </b>
frained the warm mood, and Jared looked at me seriously.
Howered my head, pretending to check my phone. Even if red hadn’t cheated yet this
i time, thinking of the shame and Parent from my predsta
People changed, and so did love. Maybe I valued love too much before, or maybe I was just afraid of what people would think if I divanced
However, my failed marriage in my previous life made my parents worry about me even more. I felt I had let them down.
Jared suddenly got quiet and distant. Seeing that I wouldn’t talk to him, he turned to his own affairs.
The nended, and we headed to the hotel. Jased had booked a presidential suite with two bedrooms.
“Victoria, I’m sorry. I know you’re a woman who values love above all else. Give me some time. I’ll make things right, okay?” Jared acted like a character straight out of a romance novel.
I stood there, looking at him. He came over and kissed my forehead, “Good night.”
Then he went into his bedroom, and I turned and <b>headed </b>to the other one..
The night passed quietly. The next morning. Jared showed me the model house. Shariport prices were <b>steep</b>, and this ce cost a fortune. However, Jared paid without batting an eye, presenting the apartment as a gh.
Aher finishing the property paperwork, Jared took me out for lunch. He chose <b>a </b>restaurant with <b>a </b>stunning view overlooking Sharport’s busting business district and shopping malls.
Jared sipped his coffee with grace, smiling <b>as </b><b>he </b><b>said</b>, “victoria, <b>after </b>all these years of marriage, we rarely have a meal alone like this. Sorry, I was too caught up with work and ignored you.”
I took <b>a </b>sip of <b>my </b>coffee and smiled. “<b>It’s </b>fine. I’m not a perfect wife either
Jared froze for a moment, then said, “To me, you’ve always been <b>a </b>perfect wife. I’ve just been too greedy”
“Do you really think so? I’ve just been coasting these six years, never, trying to improve myself to keep up with <b>you</b>. I’m azy wife,” I said, ying along as Jaredplimented me.
Jared chuckled, shaking his head. “When I married you<b>, </b>I promised to give you a life without worries. You’re so pretty, and when I first met you, you were like a flower about to bloom. Flowers like that need to be cared for.”
I stared at him and <b>said</b>, “Flowers will fast and need a lot of <b>care</b>. I’m not fragile like that at all.”
“Victoria, you’ve been pretty <b>sharp </btely. <b>You’ve </b>changed a lot, Jared <b>said</b>, a mix of helplessness and fondness in his expression as he leaned back in his
<b>chair</b>.
He looked so polished and handsome, with that look of affection in his <b>eyes</b>. I was totally hooked on him before
However, now, when I saw a good–looking man, all I wanted was to outshine him at work, not be his wife anymore.
“I’ve gotten sharp–tongued. <b>Don’t </b>you like it?” raised an eyebrow, teasing a bit.
Jared shook his head, examining me with interest. “No, you’re good like this. You’re no longer a gentle lily. You’re a wild rose with thorns.”