As a chill spread across my chest, I knew I must be barely clothed, appearing quite indecent.
The instigator, however, seed unfazed, even wanting to bury his head.
I placed a hand firmly on Henry Preston’s chest, my expression icy and cool, "Are you trying to test again?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing much of the desire in Henry’s eyes. He stared at for a few seconds, then turned back to lie beside , the entire process quick and indifferent, as if what had just happened was rely an illusion.
I quietly turned to my side, laying back-to-back with Henry, my heart filled with endless lancholy.
Once upon a ti, I had thought of seducing Henry, fantasizing about having a child or two with him, living a simple, happy life.
Now my wish was to wait for him to get a divorce and then go our separate ways.
Since I only fell asleep at dawn, I slept until noon before getting up. Upon waking, I found several ssages on my phone.
One was from my mother-in-law, informing that they had to return to City C unexpectedly.
Another was from Leah Lane, asking if I would like to take on a public performance at a concert.
There was also a ssage from an unknown number. I didn’t know who it was, but the content shocked — it was a picture of leading Joel Sutton out of the parking lot last night. From this angle, it looked quite like a couple, although Joel appeared injured and rather pitiful.
I pondered for a minute, searching through all possibilities in my mind. Had I been caught by paparazzi? Or did those three fat guys last night have accomplices who secretly took the photo?
Although my father and husband both have rather special statuses, I have always kept a low profile, especially after marrying Henry. Even Crystal and the others can’t arrange a eting with , so how could I have attracted the paparazzi’s attention?
I couldn’t co up with a reasonable explanation, so I simply dialed the unknown number, but it was abruptly disconnected as soon as it connected.
So I had to send a ssage over: Who is this? Could you tell your na?
If that photo were to get out, even if Joel and I were innocent, it would still cause misunderstandings among those eager for gossip. I just want to quietly admire handso guys, without making a high-profile appearance on trending searches.
Very soon, the other party replied with three words: Ivan Underwood.
I almost spat out old blood. Was he at the parking lot last night too? And secretly took a photo of Joel and ?
He had suspected and Joel when we were at the hospital before, and now even jumping into The Saffron River couldn’t clear my na.
I imdiately replied: It is indeed in the photo, but you must have misunderstood sothing. How about this, let treat you to a al and explain what happened.
Ivan then fell silent, as if his number had turned into a void.
Unable to hold back, I dialed his number again. This ti he answered, "Just set a ti and place for the al and let know."
He was straightforward, as if he had been waiting for to invite him for a al.
"Alright." I hung up and after much consideration, decided on The Apex Hotel. Where the misunderstanding happened is where it should be resolved.
Ivan responded with an "okay".
With a nervous heart, I spent most of the day, and by seven in the evening, I had changed and headed to The Apex Hotel, selecting The Peony Room, the highest standard, with a set nu of eighteen dishes.
I didn’t believe that after eating so many dishes, he couldn’t be persuaded by .
"Miss Hathaway, here is the surveillance video you requested." The hotel manager appeared before once more, respectfully handing over a USB drive with a copied recording of last night’s parking lot surveillance.
"Thank you." I smiled faintly as I accepted it.
A mont later, Ivan Underwood finally appeared, dressed in a brown shirt, with a refined, clear deanor.
He sat across from and got straight to the point, "You may explain now."
"Don’t rush. Let’s talk while we eat." I flashed a smile that I thought appeared calm.
"What is your relationship with Joel Sutton?" Ivan seed sowhat oblivious to subtleties, sharply questioning rather than following my lead.
I responded softly, "Just friends, no collision, no friendship. I even know his girlfriend!"
Ivan’s expression changed slightly, "He has a girlfriend?"
I nodded, but soon enough he wouldn’t have a girlfriend anymore, and he and Henry would end up vying for the sa girl’s affection.
Looking at the unattainable flower before , then thinking about Henry’s stunning appearance, these two exceptional n could make flowers bloom wherever they went. Yet they would end up facing off over a roadside dandelion; I couldn’t quite imagine that scene.
"Look at this!" Seeing Ivan lost in thought, I quickly connected my phone to the USB drive, displaying the surveillance video before him with confidence, "This angle shows all my interactions with Joel Sutton in the parking lot, as well as what I said. We are innocent!"
Whether we stay that way in the future is another matter.
The angle of Ivan’s photo probably didn’t capture the scene of confronting the fat guys, and more seed like he snapped it after Joel and I walked a stretch together, with only traces remaining.
Ivan watched the video intently. I slightly stretched my neck, observing his change in expression.
When he saw slap the three fat guys, his eyebrow noticeably twitched slightly, a playful glint flashing in his eyes. After watching, he returned the phone to , "You’re quite bold."
"Hehe, well, I can’t be taken advantage of, can I? After all, I’m Henry Preston’s wife, and my father is also a man of so standing." I chuckled dryly, swiftly putting away my phone.
"Does Henry Preston know Joel Sutton?" Ivan asked again.
In his words, there was an underlying fear of his good buddy being cheated on.
Previously, I only knew that Henry and Ivan were childhood friends, the closest in his circle, but being completely unfamiliar, I had no idea how strong their bond was.
Now I understood, Ivan was exhausting himself over Henry’s marriage.
Yet such a good friend would ultimately face off with him over a woman, becoming sworn enemies. I found it sowhat lantable.
I shook my head, "No, and it’s not an important friendship. Whether he knows or not is aningless."
Ivan took a sip of plain water without responding.
I didn’t know if he truly believed or was pretending, but anyway, he didn’t speak to again. He tasted two of the eighteen dishes and then left.
"What a waste." Looking at the delectable dishes served one after another, I called the waiter to pack them, then carried several bags of packed als ho.
On the drive back, a certain address suddenly popped into my mind. It was the family address Laura Lawson’s information had listed. They were locals of City A, living at the border of City A and C, although belonging to City A, the prosperity level dropped significantly, and property prices were very low.
Azure Vaughn’s ho was slightly better than Joel Sutton’s, who lived in a small town in another province.
With my in-laws returning to City C today, Henry would surely have no more scruples and would try every ans to approach Azure. He would easily find Azure’s information, including her family address.
Azure wouldn’t have any part-ti jobs these two days, but since it wasn’t yet ti for school to start, she should be returning ho to rest for a couple of days.
At this thought, I turned the car around and headed to Azure’s neighborhood address.
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