Faye Townsend looked at Oliver Turner: "Then tell , what did I do wrong?"
"Why do you keep sending away everyone around , one by one?
Why are you treating this way? Do you really want to live a lonely life?"
"With Clara around, would you not feel lonely?
Then Oliver, tell , what does Clara an to you? Is she just soone to keep you entertained?
Clara... can’t she have her own family?
Since she wants sothing you can’t give, why are you taking it out on because of her marriage?
What mindset are you in right now that you’re confronting about this?"
Oliver Turner clenched his fist: "Even if she wants to get married, it shouldn’t be arranged by Hunter Warren."
"It wasn’t arranged by Hunter Warren; it was arranged by ."
"So what? You are still his wife now."
"So, do you hate along with him?
Do you oppose everything I do as well, is that it?"
Oliver Turner clenched his fist: "Faye Townsend, stop pretending you don’t understand when you know why I’m here."
At this mont, Hunter Warren opened the door and walked out. He walked to Faye Townsend’s side and wrapped his arm around her waist: "Why not invite the guest inside."
"Guest? Are you talking about yourself?" Oliver Turner looked coldly at Hunter Warren.
Faye Townsend felt frustrated, she turned her head to Hunter Warren and said, "You should go inside first, I have sothing to say to Oliver."
Seeing Hunter Warren not moving, Faye Townsend furrowed her brows: "Go inside quickly."
Hunter Warren shrugged, draped the coat on his arm over her shoulders: "It’s cold outside, don’t stay out too late."
Faye Townsend nodded, only then did he turn and go back into the courtyard.
She looked at Oliver Turner, her lips curled into an unnatural smile.
"You’re very happy now, right?"
Faye Townsend hesitated for a mont then nodded: "Yes."
"Yeah, you look so happy, but why am I so miserable?
The door to your ho used to be open for countless tis.
I thought one day I could beco the master of your house, but I didn’t expect..."
"Oliver, I know you’re a sentintal person, but I don’t want you to beco like this because of .
The Oliver Turner I knew was soone who could let things go, the person I admired in my eyes..."
"That’s enough, Faye. I don’t want to hear your rejection anymore.
Such high-sounding words, you don’t even an them.
I ca today with just one purpose, to persuade Clara that she can’t marry Sean Lennox."
"This is Clara’s matter, she made the decision herself. I have no right to oppose it, don’t I?"
"Then why did you introduce her to Sean Lennox?"
Faye Townsend was speechless: "I just don’t understand, why can’t it be Sean Lennox? Is it just because he’s Hunter Warren’s friend?
Oliver Turner, be honest, are you objecting because of your aversion to Hunter Warren, or are you really thinking about Clara?
If you truly care for Clara, then what you should consider is not who Sean Lennox is friends with.
It’s whether Clara will be happy marrying this man.
Do you think, in Clara’s current state, staying by your side would be more unfortunate than marrying Sean Lennox?
You let her see you day after day, yet she can’t have you. Do you know this is the true tornt?
If you don’t love her, then please let her go when she wants to leave."
"And what makes you so sure that Sean Lennox is the right one for her?"
"Because the first ti Sean Lennox saw her, he fell in love with her.
Because after just their first eting, Sean Lennox said he wanted to marry her.
If a man is willing to give a woman marriage, that proves he truly cares."
Oliver Turner gritted his teeth, looking at her angrily.
"So, you actually understand everything in your heart, you know I want to marry you because I love you, and you know how much I care about you, yet you’re just pretending, right?"
Faye Townsend looked at him, wondering why the topic shifted back to her.
Oliver Turner stepped back two steps and nodded: "Fine, fine, I get it."
He turned, opened the car door, and got in.
Faye Townsend stepped forward, wanting to say sothing but felt that since things had co to this point, so things should be left for him to gradually get used to.
She couldn’t possibly explain things to him for the rest of her life.
In reality, while she was pretending not to know, wasn’t he doing the sa?
He knew clearly in his heart that she didn’t love him, yet he kept entangling.
Isn’t this also pretending?
Oliver Turner drove to the bar, sitting among the crowd, radiating a chilly aura.
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