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“Mr. Hartwell, won’t you sit for a while longer?” Queena hurried to the door, her expression showing a hint of disappointment.
Shawn turned back and replied, “You all go on. I still have a kid at home.”
He then made his way to the elevator, with me following at a leisurely pace. 2
Queena was usually good at hiding her emotions and keeping aposed and steady exterior. But in the brief moment our gazes met, I could sense a quiet bitterness and disapproval simmering within her toward me.
Hah, <i>how </i><i>long </i><i>do </i><i>you </i><i>think </i><i>you </i><i>can </i>keep <i>up </i><i>the </i><i>act</i><i>? </i>
As long as I stayed quiet, she’d be the one to stir up trouble.
Inside the elevator, Shawn surprised me by pulling out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it, a woman with a young child, around five or six, stepped in from the next floor.
Without a second thought, Shawn snapped the cigarette in half and crushed it in his hand.
The truth was, Shawn was a true gentleman, his manners ingrained in him. He was genuinely a good person. Perhaps in my past life, I had been too harsh, causing him to drift away from me and towards someone else.
It’s often said that when one partner in a marriage didn’t grow, they’d eventually be left behind. Over time, differences in perspective, values, and ambitions would widen into an unbridgeable gap–until divorce became the inevitable conclusion.
In my past life, Icked ambition so I chose to focus solely on the children. During that time, my weight climbed to over 130 pounds. With my tall frame, I felt heavy and sturdy. Seeing how slim and delicate Queena was, I assumed Shawn preferred petite women. So, I pushed myself to lose weight, only to end up malnourished, with poor blood cirction and a paleplexion. I felt weak all over.
In the end, I had been too self–absorbed, never realizing that Shawn no longer loved me because I had fallen behind and no longer fit his life.
The elevator door chimed open, and Shawn stepped out. He nced at me and said, “Wait for me in the car. I just need to have a smoke<i>.” </i>
“Aren’t you driving here?” I asked.
“No, Shawn answered, heading toward the nearby smoking area.
I knew he didn’t usually smoke. He only lit up when something was bothering him.
What happened? Did his mood take a dive after singing a love song with his lover?
Was it because of my presence that their bond couldn’t grow stronger, leaving him feeling empty and
uncertain?
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I let out a quietugh and made my way to the car, settling in to wait for him.
A few minutester, Shawn approached, tall and carrying himself with a sense of authority.
He opened the passenger door and slid in.
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Over the past few days, he had sat in the passenger seat of my car more than once, something that would have been unthinkable in my past life.
I started the engine and, trying to lighten the mood, said, “Hubby, maybe we should stop riding together in the future. It’s not very safe.”
Shawn looked at me with a nk expression and replied, “Just focus on driving.”
I let out a deep sigh and remarked, “No matter how much I concentrate on driving, idents always seem to happen. Haven’t you heard that it’s safer if family members sit apart in case of an ident. At least if something happens, not everyone will be lost.”
“Keep quiet and focus on the road,” Shawn ordered sharply as soon as I finished speaking.
Truthfully, I made thatment, hoping he wouldn’t want to ride with me again. I wasn’t keen on being cramped up with him in such a small space.
By the time we got home, it was already quitete. My mother–inw hadn’t brought Yuna back. She’d taken her to her own ce instead.
Maybe it was because my mother–inw felt a bit guilty. After all, Yuna had fallen ill under her care. And now, with both Shawn and I working, she probably wanted to make up for it.
Either way, with Yuna gone, the house felt a little calmer.
After a quick shower, I slipped into my pajamas and nced at my reflection in the full–length mirror of the dressing room.
Thanks to a healthy diet and keeping up with my dance and yoga routines, my body had be more toned and bnced.
However, the cold I’d caught over the past few days had caused me to lose a few pounds, giving me a more slender and delicate appearance.
I turned toward the makeup mirror to start my skincare routine, only to notice Shawn sitting on the edge of the bed.
When did hee in? How did he manage to sneak in without making a sound?
Lately, not only had he been spending more time in the passenger seat, but he’d also beening into my room more often than before,
“Hubby, I have a cold.” I immediately yed the part of being weak, hoping to avoid giving him any
reason to stay.
“I know,” Shawn replied, ncing up at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you.”
I froze. If <i>you </i>won’t touch <i>me</i>, <i>then </i><i>why </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>here</i>? Just <i>to </i>sleep<i>? </i>
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I remembered him saying before that he prefered sleeping alone and didn’t like anyone lying next to him.
Honestly, I had no idea which of his words were ever true.
After finishing my skincare routine, Iy beside him, pulling up a light nket and preparing to sleep.
Suddenly, Shawn reached out and ced his hand on my
forehead.
I stiffened at the contact, giving him a confused look. “What’s wrong?”
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