zily ran my fingers through my hair, propping my chin on my hand as I payed not the window. “Se sther with thoms or not, your eyes,”
Jared blinked, a little thrown off. Just then, hunch arrived. He towered his voice, “Alright, let’verjoy the meat.”
Late leisurely while Jai ed seemed lost in thought. He barely touched his food, and only half a bottle of red wine passed his lips.
“Victoria, if there’s anything at work you need help with, <b>just </b>tell me? Jared said, seeming to guess my ambition and trying to please me,
“Sure, I’ll consult you if I don’t understand something,” I said.
“Consult?” Jared teased, looking at me. “Tim your husband. “Consult‘ doesn’t sound right.”
I took a bite of steak, speaking between chews, “I treated you like my husband, I’d lose motivation to learn, but if I treated you like my teacher, it would
be different.”
Jared shook his head helplessly. “Fine, you <b>can </b>see me as whatever you
other
Halfway through
<b>meal</b>, Jared’s phone rang. He nced at it, then stood up. Tll <b>be </b>back soon.
I saw him step out <b>and </b>answer the phone in the hallway. I immediately guessed it was from Tracy.
Tracy must be anxious. She probably knew Jared brought me to Shariport to buy a house, and she had sensed that he had been focusing more on <b>me </btely.
The more anxious she got, the more relieved I felt. I wanted her to take action <b>quickly</b>, so when Jared thought of being with her, he would feel even more guilty about me.
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him for details.
Jared returned from the call and resumed eating as if nothing <b>had </b>happened. I didn’t p
After we finished eating, Jared took me shopping in Radiance. Heplimented my figure and bought me lots of clothes, bags, and jewelry.
Watching Jared pay so smoothly made me ponder if we were really divorced, days like <b>this </b>would be <b>gone</b>, unless I could earn a lot on my own.
Maybe that was the trap for housewives. After divorcing, the quality of life dropped sharply. That was why many women who were used to luxury dared not divorce <b>easily</b>.
By the time we returned from Shariport, night had fallen, Yvonne was whining to go home, and Sally and Quinn brought her back.
Seeing them, I felt nervous, wondering if they knew about my and Jared’s house–buying trip to Sharport today.
“It’ste. You two should head back, Jared said,
Quinn looked at me like I was an enemy. I snapped at herst time in Shariport, and she held a grudge.
“Did you guys go <b>on </b><b>a </b>trip?” Quinn asked casually.
“Just took Victoria out to rx, Jared replied calmly
“Is that why <b>you </b>left the kid with us!” Quinn said, then turned to me. “Victoria has been a housewife for years, and now <b>she </b>wants to work. I think she just doesn’t <b>want </b>to take care of Yvonne. How can she do <b>that</b>?”
Yvonne curled up on the couch, <b>silent</b>.
Sally immediately said, “Quinn, enough. Victoria wants a different lifestyle. It’s not your concern.”
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“Mom, you’re spoiling her Now she doesn’t even care for Yvonne. She can’t even.
Jared’s expression dalkened suddenly, his voice stern. “Quinn, watch your fons.”
a mother, Quinn salt sharply, <b>full </b>of s
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