Chapter 379 Broken Pen, Broken Heart
Chapter 379 Broken Pen, Broken Heart
Finn lifted his gaze. His dark eyes, half–smiling, settled on Zane.
“Yes, Mr. Lock!”
Zane lowered his head right away, his voice firm.
Finn gave a cold snort.
Zane bolted out of the office like his shoes were on fire.
Minutester, he hung up the phone, his forced smile stiff on his face.
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He rubbed his cheeks to loosen them, then knocked again and walked back inside. “Mr. Lock, I’ve already spoken with the Shaws.”
“Good,” Finn answered tly.
“Get in touch with Henry. I’ll be attending Shannon’s funeral in a couple of days.”
Zane blinked, confused. But the warning from earlier kept him quiet.
He didn’t dare question Finn’s decision this time and just hurried out to make the arrangements.
When the door shut, the office fell silent.
Finn tilted his head back, catching a glimpse of the sky.
The weather was gloomy today. Heavy gray clouds pressed low on the horizon.
Tess… <i>She would </i><i>probably </i><i>be </i><i>there </i><i>too</i>.
His eyes lowered, his longshes hiding the storm inside him–feelings he couldn’t show, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t share.
Snap!
The quiet broke with a sharp crack,
Cool ink spread over his fingers. Finn looked down to find he had crushed his pen in one hand.
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ck ink bled across the page, blooming into flowers.
His mind shed back to the divorce papers.
Tess’s handwriting was clean and quick, every stroke confident.
He had hesitated for hours before finally forcing his name onto the page.
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Tess, are you really that heartless? Do you mean it when you say all the love we had is gone?
Finn clenched his hand tighter.
He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t. He wanted to fight for her.
<i>Tess</i><i>, </i><i>can’t </i><i>you </i><i>just </i><i>turn </i><i>around </i><i>and </i><i>look </i><i>at </i><i>me </i><i>once </i><i>more</i>? 1
The air on the top floor felt heavy, pressing down like a storm cloud. It made the weight in his chest even harder to bear.
Two dayster, Tess woke early.
She picked out a bright rose–red dress, short and striking.
Tess pouted slightly as she applied lipstick that matched the color of her skirt.
In the mirror, her face looked calm and elegant. Her brows were soft, her eyes gentle. But her lips glowed vivid and sharp, like a wildflower blooming in the snow.
Following her routine, Tess continued putting on her makeup while her phone yed thetest headlines.
Henry’s voice filled the room, steady and strong. “After this funeral, I hope everyone can see the earlier rumors were false. The misunderstanding was my fault. When you stand too high, it’s easy to stir jealousy. About my mistake during my marriage, I’ve already confessed to my wife, and she has forgiven me. I only hope the public will be fair and keep a clear eye on what <b>is </b>true and what is not.”
His speech echoed across the dressing room.
Tess’s lips curved into a faint, unreadable smile.
She never thought Henry could be this shameless.
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He gave
Shannon a new identity, calling her a look–alike lover who’d had stic surgery. He even staged a funeral for a living person just to cover up the rumors around him.
Herugh, light as silver bells, echoed through the room, dripping with mockery.
Still, she had to admit it–his move was clever. By admitting he cheated with an ordinary woman, he avoided the risks tied to Shannon’s real name.
Tess couldn’t deny Henry was a seasoned businessman, sly and cunning as a fox.
Her smile faded. She narrowed her eyes, her face turning cold.
She was determined to find out what he tried to achieve with this grand funeral.
Knock, knock.
A knock came just as she set down her lipstick. She grabbed her bag and opened the door.
Abel leaned against the frame, dressed in a zing red motorcycle jacket. His hair was slicked back with gel, showing off his smooth forehead.
The moment he saw Tess, his eyes lit up. He pulled down his oversized sunsses, finally revealing his sharp, sparkling eyes.
Tess’s lips twitched.
Abel acted like he didn’t notice. He spun in ce and flicked his hair with a showy gesture. “Well? What do you
think?<b>” </b>
Tess gave
A weirdo<i>. </i>
him a thumbs–up. “One of a kind.”
She swallowed thest part.
Abel looked even prouder, jangling his diamond–studded car keys. “Come on. I’ll drive you to the funeral.”
Tess almostughed again.
The two of them–she in magenta, he in zing red. Who would have thought that they were actually going to a funeral? They looked like they were there to cause trouble.
“You think we can even get in like this?” she asked.
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Abel raised his thick eyebrows and gave her a look. “Don’t insult me. There’s nowhere in this city–or even this country–I can’t
get into.”
He tilted his chin high, full of swagger.
Tess stepped ahead of him, grabbing the chain around his neck. “Move it.”
Her hair brushed past as she tugged, quick and sharp.
Abel followed close, the light pull at his neck barely enough to guide him. Still, that tiny tug was enough to change something in his eyes, as though an invisible thread tied him to her hand.
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<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.