After Den came out, he made a phone call.
Then he turned around and went back into thepany.
Seeing this, the ready influencers grew restless:
“Why’d he go back? We’re not here for nothing, are we?”
Just as I was puzzling over this myself, I suddenly remembered something from Jenna’s previous messages.
“The parking garage.”
I put on a face mask and baseball cap, calmly standing up.
The influencers followed behind me, somewhat skeptical:
“No way, right? I mean, it’s broad daylight. The parking garage has peopleing and going-what normal person would do that kind of thing?”
“Yeah, and cars are so cramped. What woman would be willing to do it in such an ufortable ce? At least find a hotel.”
For some reason, I’d never felt as confident as I did right now:
“For the thrill.”
Under their astonished gazes, I calmly pressed the elevator button for the underground level.
During those brief yet endless few minutes, I thought about a lot of things.
Den and I had been neighbors since we were ten.
We were always the most stable couple in ss.
The kids who gave both sets of parents the most peace of mind.
Even the embarrassment and anxiety of my first period-Den had been there for me through that too.
He used to be so sincere, kind, and bright.
I couldn’t understand how he’d be what he was now.
I didn’t get it.
Was it really that hard to control yourself below the belt?
“Sis… is that the car?”
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The million-follower influencer gently poked my arm:
“I think the license te looks like…”
I squinted, looking for a long time before I could make it out clearly.
I had to admire her.
No wonder she was a big influencer-her observation skills were sharp.
The few of us moved through the dim parking garage.
Our steps were hurried yet we instinctively made no sound.
When we were still several meters from the car, I realized it was sitting there quietly.
Not moving at all.
There wasn’t even a hint of light inside.
Everyone else noticed this too.
After lowering their phones, an older woman said softly:
“Maybe nothing’s happening. Could this be a misunderstanding?”
She looked at me with some sympathy:
“It’d be best if nothing was wrong.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t charge you. It’s just…”
“Wait a moment.” Iposed myself, hid around the corner, and called Den. <fna8f1> Checktest chapters at find~novel</fna8f1>
I knew they felt sorry for me and meant well.
But I couldn’t fool myself.
I didn’t believe Den would stop.
The phone was answered almost instantly. Before I could speak, Denunched into usations:
“What now? How are you going to lose it this time?”
“Sophia, I really don’t understand how you became like this. Yesterday you pulled that stunt, and I didn’t fight with you because you’re pregnant—”
“But look at you, giving me the silent treatment, not even making breakfast…”
I looked at the faint glow emanating from inside the car.
My expression was calm. “Didn’t you say your childhood dream was to marry me and make me your princess forever?”
“Just two months ago, you said you wanted to work hard to be a good father and husband…”
“Hiss…” Den let out a low moan, then raised his voice:
“You’re in your twenties-can’t you stop being so childish?”
“Mm.” I walked toward the car as I spoke:
“I understand. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s more like it.” Denughed:
“I work hard every day to support the family too. As long as you stop looking for trouble and giving me headaches, that’s all I ask.”
“Jenna’s getting married to Marcus anyway, so we’ll inevitably see them often. From now on,
you
should…”
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
I bent down and knocked on the car window, one tap after another.
The next second, what came into view was Den’s face, pale with shock.
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