"I forbid you from divorcing Gavin. If you dare to defy , I’ll make sure you can’t survive in Rhonia."
After saying her piece, Rose Gable stord off with Cynthia Sinclair.
Before leaving, she glared at Claire rcer, her eyes bloodshot and her teeth grinding audibly.
"Mom, why won’t you let Claire rcer divorce my brother? Haven’t you always looked down on her?"
"Besides, now that his legs are healed, she’s outlived her usefulness."
"With the Sinclair Family’s status in Rhonia, finding another well-matched lady from a good family for him would be a piece of cake, wouldn’t it?"
"You think I don’t want them to divorce?" Rose Gable retorted irritably.
"The rcer Family’s status in Rhonia might not be on par with ours, and they’ve been on the decline in recent years, but they’re still a prominent family, for what it’s worth."
"On top of that, your grandmother has always called the shots in this family. Ever since your brother’s legs healed, she’s been convinced it’s all thanks to Claire rcer."
"What credit does she deserve?" Cynthia Sinclair shot back, fuming.
"All she did was take care of my brother for two years, right? That’s just her duty as a wife."
"She was lucky to have married my brother in the first place—it’s a blessing from a past life. The rcer Family should be grateful."
’If the rcer Family found out about the little tricks I pulled back then, they’d be easy enough to deal with. I could just toss them a few projects as compensation.’
’The main problem is the old lady at ho. She’s not so easy to fool.’
’It was the old lady’s idea to choose Claire rcer to ’ward off ill fortune’ for the wedding in the first place.’
’If she found out I went against her wishes behind her back...’
Rose Gable got a headache just thinking about it.
’That’s why they absolutely cannot get a divorce. I can’t let them go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.’
anwhile, Rose Gable’s vehent opposition to the divorce also made Roxanne Peyton wonder.
"What’s with that old witch? Hasn’t she always looked down on you? Why is she so against you divorcing Gavin Sinclair now?"
Stella Thorne guessed, "Is she afraid that Gavin Sinclair is... lacking in that departnt, and no one will marry him after the divorce?"
"That’s possible," Roxanne Peyton said, looking gossipily at a confused Claire rcer. "Claire, is Gavin Sinclair really... not up to the task?"
Claire rcer replied, "I honestly wouldn’t know if he is or not."
"So you really spent two years as a wife in na only?"
Claire rcer nodded.
"What on earth did you see in him to marry him?" Roxanne Peyton asked, her expression a mixture of frustration and disappointnt.
"She was after his crippled legs, obviously," Stella Thorne added with a sarcastic jab.
Claire rcer sighed softly. "That year, he was the one who saved from a few thugs."
"At the ti, because I fought back so hard, the thugs got furious and hit over the head."
"Before I passed out, my vision blurred by blood, I saw a young man in a white shirt save ."
"When I woke up in the hospital, the person I saw was Gavin Sinclair, also wearing a white shirt."
"I asked him if he was the one who saved , and he nodded."
"From that mont on, I saw him as my savior."
"So, for the sake of that ’debt of gratitude,’ you resolutely threw yourself into the fire, married a disabled man, and acted as his nursemaid for two years..."
"I took care of him to the best of my ability for two years. Now that his legs are healed, I’ve repaid the debt for him saving back then. From now on, we don’t owe each other anything."
"You’d better stick to that. Don’t let him co running back to you when he has regrets, and you go scurrying right back to him..."
Claire rcer shook her head. "I won’t. When your heart dies and you’ve woken up, there’s no turning back."
Hearing her say that, Roxanne Peyton let out a huge sigh of relief.
"That’s the spirit! There are plenty of good n in the world. It’s for the best that you’ve co to your senses."
"Your girl is going to start scouting for a new man for you right now, guaranteed to be a hundred tis better than that scumbag Gavin Sinclair."
"But Claire, what did that handso guy who took you to The Gilded Pavilion look like? Are you sure nothing... indescribable... happened between you two?"
Roxanne Peyton shot Stella Thorne an annoyed look.
"Why are you still hung up on that handso guy? When are you going to do sothing about this boy-crazy habit of yours?"
"I’m just curious!" Stella Thorne said, shaking Claire rcer’s arm incessantly. "Claire, you have to tell ! Quick, quick, quick!"
Shaken by her friend, Claire rcer laughed helplessly. "Roxanne has seen him."
"Huh?"
"It was at the hospital the other day, when Gavin Sinclair was trying to force to change rooms..."
Roxanne Peyton’s eyes darted around for a mont before realization dawned on her.
"Oh, you an the handso guy from the hospital... Yeah, he really was gorgeous."
Roxanne Peyton’s mood still lifted just thinking about the way he’d shut down Gavin Sinclair.
That just made Stella Thorne even more curious.
’If even Roxanne says he’s handso, just how good-looking must he be?’
"Just how handso is he...? You guys aren’t just saying that to ss with , are you?"
"It’s true," Claire rcer said. "He’s definitely better-looking than those top young heartthrobs in the entertainnt industry. Leaves them in the dust."
"But how did you two get together? Don’t tell you hit it off that day at the hospital?" Roxanne Peyton asked, getting to the heart of the matter.
Claire rcer imdiately explained, "What are you thinking? Running into him at the lounge that night was a pure coincidence."
"Say what you will, but that’s fate," Roxanne Peyton said, giving Claire rcer a sly, knowing smile.
"What fate?" Claire rcer shot her an exasperated look. "He’s a staff mber at the lounge. Isn’t it normal to run into him there?"
Stella Thorne: "A staff mber at the lounge? Girl, you didn’t sneak off and find yourself a male model behind our backs, did you?"
Roxanne Peyton: "I heard the male models at the CK Lounge are top-tier, both in terms of physique and looks."
"Based on how handso he is, I bet he could be the star attraction at the CK Lounge."
Stella Thorne: "Working there doesn’t necessarily make him a male model. What if he’s a bartender?"
Claire rcer said, "I don’t care if he’s a male model or a bartender."
"To , he’s just a stranger I’ve t twice. We’re not going to have anything to do with each other in the future anyway."
"So you two can just curb your curiosity and stop guessing wildly."
The three of them chatted for a little while longer, and then it was Claire rcer’s turn to get her hair done.
The stylist created a new hairstyle tailored to her temperant and face shape.
「Three hours later.」
Claire rcer’s signature long, straight black hair was gone.
In its place, lazy brown waves made her look glamorous and sophisticated, with a youthful boldness and confidence mixed in with her maturity.
Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne were both very pleased, exclaiming in amazent.
"This really is Rhonia’s top styling studio! Our Claire just needs a little touch-up and she outshines everyone."
The lead stylist replied, "That’s because Miss rcer has such a good foundation to work with."
"Gavin Sinclair must be blind, giving up our Claire to go chase after so mistress..."
After receiving a look from Roxanne Peyton, Stella Thorne quickly shut her mouth.
Claire rcer said, "It’s fine. I don’t care about them at all anymore."
She really didn’t care anymore.
Now, hearing Gavin Sinclair’s na only stirred feelings of disgust and revulsion, nothing else.
’I’m a good person. I’m exceptional. I’m beautiful, and I’m talented...’
’I can’t be as foolish as I was before, entrusting my future to a man.’
’I’m going to rely on my own two hands and my own abilities to live the life I want.’
Just as she was thinking this, her phone chid with a WeChat notification.
She took out her phone and looked. It was the male model from that night.
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