There was hope right in front of her–she couldn’t just ignore it.
“But he’s not a good person.”
Prisci said nothing. She bent down and kissed Noah’s forehead, speaking softly, “Noah, be good. Mommy has things to take care of these days. I’lle back to spend time with you in a while, okay?”
Noah was reluctant, but he was a good boy and listened well.
Prisci almost burst into tears again.
“Prisci,” Luciano said, feeling terrible inside.
This was truly a cruel situation.
“I’ll go talk to him first. We’ll discuss everything else when I get back.”
She turned and left.
Luciano thought for a moment, then chased after her. “Prisci, don’t force yourself.”
Prisci just waved her hand without looking back.
She was afraid that if she turned around, she would lose her
courage.
Prisci secretly asked Elijah about Wesley’s whereabouts.
Elijah didn’t dare to reveal anything.
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After all, with Wesley’s current attitude, he really didn’t dare to make any private arrangements.
With no other choice, Prisci could only go to Chaston Vi
and wait.
He had toe home eventually.
At one in the morning, Wesley returned.
The car stopped in the yard, and Wesley stepped out with his long legs.
“Mr. Carlton.” Prisci hurriedly stood up, but her legs were numb and stiff.
Wesley didn’t even nce at her and went straight inside.
By the time Prisci hobbled to the front door, all that was left was the cold, unyielding door.
Prisci thought for a moment and tried to enter the code.
The door disyed an incorrect password.
She gave a bitter smile–Wesley had changed the door code.
She could only sit on the steps with her knees bent.
She didn’t know if she sat there for half an hour or an hour before she took out her phone to call him.
On the second call, Wesley answered, “Speak.”
He was brief and to the point, as if he had no idea what Prisci wanted.
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Prisci softened her voice a little: “Did you change the code? Can we talk?”
She knew Wesley had a temper, so she kept giving herself pep talks, telling herself to endure no matter what grievances she faced.
A faint, mockingugh came from the phone: “We’re already divorced, Ms. Wilburn. You have no right to be here, nor to say you want to talk to me.”
With that, he hung up.
Prisci gripped her phone tightly, knowing that the vengeful Wesley had truly returned.
She hugged her knees, feeling a vague sense of loss and confusion.
Prisci waited outside all night. At seven in the morning, Wesley came out, fully dressed.
Expressionless, he walked right past Prisci.
Prisci chased after him, “Can you give me three minutes?”
All she got in response was the exhaust from his car.
Gritting her teeth, Prisci simply took a taxi to the Carlton Group.
But she was stopped at the entrance.
The receptionist politely informed her that without an appointment, she couldn’t see Mr. Carlton.
Prisci could only wait in the lobby.
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There was gossip all around her.
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People were specting whether she regretted the divorce and wanted to be Mrs. Carlton again.
Prisci pretended not to hear. Compared to Noah’s health, nothing else mattered.
After sitting for two hours, she stood up to stretch.
A surprised voice called out: “Prisci, what are you doing here?”
It was Larissa.
Their rtionship was nearly broken, but Larissa still always called her Prisci with feigned affection.
Larissa said a few words to the people beside her and walked
over.
With no outsiders present, she couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be weak.
“What are you doing here, Prisci?”
“Could it be that you regret it and want to remarry Wes?”
She curled her lips in mockery.
“But Prisci, you’re toote. Wes and Juniper are getting engaged tomorrow night.”
Prisci dug her nails into her palm, restraining her expression, and said calmly, “Then congrattions to them.”
She looked toward the elevator. “I’m here to see him for
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something else.”
Larissa didn’t believe her.
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They were already divorced–what else could Prisci want besides regretting the divorce?
At that moment, the receptionist’s respectful voice came from not far away: “Mr. Carlton.”
Wesley nodded and walked out.
Prisci hurried over, “We…”
Larissa didn’t move, just stood where she was and called out, “Wes.”
Wesley’s gaze, which had been on Prisci, immediately shifted to Larissa, and his tightly furrowed brows rxed a little.
“Larissa.”
He ignored Prisci.
Prisci took a deep breath. She knew this wouldn’t be easy, so even though she felt ufortable, she still forced a smile.
“Wes, can we talk?”
She called him intimately, trying to close the distance between them.
Larissa walked up slowly, took Wesley’s arm, and smiled sweetly: “Wes, I just needed to talk to you.”
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