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I looked up at Ethan, but he was focused on my wound. When our eyes finally met<b>, </b><b>a </b>flicker of awkwardness crossed his face.
“Don’t be upset. No matter what happens, just find a way to deal with it. It’s not the end of the world, and life goes on.” He let out a sigh, his voice filled with concern.
“I’m not upset.” I lowered my head and smiled. “I really mean it.”
Ethan thought I was just putting on a brave front. After <b>all</b><b>, </b>anyone who knew me would understand how much I used to love Shawn.
At this moment, my words felt like a feeble excuse<b>, </b>ast–ditch effort to preserve my pride before my lovepletely crumbled.
“All right, don’t overthink it. And don’t put men on a pedestal. No matter how powerful or outstanding they seem, they all have their own calctions. If you were never part of his world to begin with, then there’s nothing to feel bad about.” Ethan’s meaning was clear–he was convinced that Shawn and I were headed for a divorce.
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” I smiled at him. As he finished dressing my wound, he suddenly asked where I was headed next.
“I’m heading to the dealership service center. I need to get my car fixed today.” I closed my eyes briefly, feeling exhaustion creeping over me.
“Your headlights arepletely shattered. There’s no way they can fix it in half a day.” Ethan assumed I was in such a rush to get my car repaired because I was afraid Shawn would me me. The thought seemed to pain him even more.
A nced at him, but Ethan didn’t say anything else. He simply drove me to the dealership service center. As soon as we arrived, his driver quickly walked over and handed me my car keys.
I epted them gratefully. Just then, Ethan’s phone rang. After answering the call, he turned to me and said, “Shawn didn’t take Queena to the gynecology department. They went to internal medicine–she seems to have caught a cold.”
I froze for a moment. So Queena wasn’t experiencing morning sickness?
Ethan’s expression was unreadable. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, his driver tactfully got into the car ahead of him.
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Then, Ethan lowered his voice and said, “You got upset for nothing.”
Maybe it was just a misunderstanding this time. But sooner orter, Queena would get pregnant, and she would experience morning sickness by then.
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“So, I really misjudged him? Are you sure your information is urate?” <b>I </b>still had my doubts.
Ethan nodded firmly. “Absolutely.”
I had no reason not to believe him. Ethan always seemed sincere.
I had Ethan leave first and stayed behind at the Mercedes dealership service center, sipping coffee as I watched peoplee and go.
Out of nowhere, my phone rang. It was Shawn. He asked where I was.
For some reason, my mind nked for a second. Before I knew it, I blurted out, “I just smashed my car’s headlights. I’m getting them fixed now.”
There was a brief silence before he asked, “Are you hurt?”
“I hit my forehead. Just a minor cut.” I didn’t want to keep sugarcoating things for him anymore. In the past, I never dared to tell him when I was sick or in pain, afraid it would affect his work. I acted like a resilient warrior, terrified of making even the slightest mistake.
<b><i>But </i></b><i>when </i><i>has </i><i>life </i><i>ever </i><i>gone </i><i>exactly </i><i>as </i><i>nned</i><i>? </i><i>Life </i><i>is </i><i>full </i><i>of </i><i>uncertainties</i><i>. </i><i>Suffering </i><i>and </i><i>hardship </i><i>are </i><i>inevitable</i><i>. </i>
As <i>the </i><i>saying </i><b><i>goes</i></b><i>, </i><i>“</i><i>The </i><i>squeaky </i><i>wheel </i><i>gets </i><i>the </i><i>grease</i>.” As <i>adults</i><i>, </i><i>strong </i><i>women </i><i>are </i><i>often </i><i>the </i><i>ones </i><i>left </i><i>to </i><i>fend </i><i>for </i><i>themselves</i>.
<i>don’t </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>a </i><i>strong </i><i>woman </i><i>anymore</i><i>. </i><i>If </i><i>I’m </i><i>in </i><i>pain</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>I’m </i><i>exhausted</i>, <i>I </i><i>am </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>cry </i><i>and </i><i>vent</i>. <i>Only </i><i>then </i><i>can </i><i>I </i><i>filter </i><i>out </i><i>the </i><i>people </i>who <i>truly </i><i>care </i><i>about </i><i>me </i><i>from </i><i>those </i><i>who </i><i>only </i><i>offer </i><i>empty </i><i>words</i><i>. </i><i>For </i><i>those </i>who <i>do </i><i>nothing </i><i>but </i><i>talk</i>–I’ll <i>make </i><i>sure </i><i>to </i><i>stay </i><i>as </i><i>far </i><i>away </i><i>from </i><i>them </i><i>as </i><i>possible</i>.
I ended the call and closed my eyes to rest.
Because I was a VIP customer, the manager came over several times before finally breaking the news–my car wouldn’t be ready today. I’d have toe back in three days.
I had no intention of making things difficult for him. Since there was no point in staying, I picked up my bag and got ready to leave.
The manager eagerly offered to drive me home, but I declined.
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Standing at the entrance, I waited for a taxi. Before long, a silver Bentley slowly pulled <b>up </b><b>in </b>
front of me.
The window rolled down, revealing Shawn in the backseat. He looked at me and said, <b>“</b>Get in.”
“Why are you here?” I was genuinely surprised. Not only had Shawn shown up, but he hade personally.
His brows knitted together. “How could you be so careless?”
I got into the car, and the moment I did, he reached out to check my forehead.
I had already put a band–aid on the wound, and when his hand came near, I instinctively flinched.
His fingers stiffened slightly before he withdrew them. Then, he asked in a deep voice, “Did you hear that I took Queena to the hospital? Is that why you’re acting out?”
“No,” I denied. “Next time, I’ll be more careful when driving.”
Shawn turned his head and stared at me for a moment. Then, he let out a mockingugh. “You’re so jealous you can’t even drive straight, yet you’re still denying it? You really are stubborn.”
I looked up at him sharply and said seriously, “I’m really not jealous. Ms. Tackman has given so much to thepany and worked until she fell sick. As the person in charge, it makes perfect sense for you to check on her. Why would I be jealous?”
“Tiffany, if you fake something too much, it gets annoying.” Shawn’s voice wasced with sarcasm. He didn’t believe me at all.
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