Jessica Sawyer called the waiter and generously paid for my al.
"There, the bill is settled. Take your ti, old classmate, enjoy your al and drink." Jessica slapped the receipt next to with a condescending tone.
She thought it was an insult, but little did she know, I accepted it happily.
I picked up the receipt and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow slightly, tsk, over six thousand bucks! What a great deal!
"Thanks to an old classmate who spends lavishly," I thanked her, then turned my eyes to Grace Chandler and said in a neither high nor low voice, "If I knew soone so generous was coming to pay the bill, we should have ordered a few more dishes earlier."
Grace Chandler lowered her head and giggled.
Upon hearing this, Jessica Sawyer glared at angrily: "Lily Miller!"
I quickly turned to soothe her: "Don’t be mad, it’s just a joke. Eldest Miss Sawyer is so beautiful and noble, how could she be a sucker, even if she is, she’s the most beautiful and noble sucker."
Grace Chandler laughed so hard she almost lost control, slapping the table.
Jessica Sawyer glared at , gritting her teeth, then stomped her foot hard: "Lily Miller, don’t be too happy too soon! We’ll be seeing each other a lot in the future, let’s see who laughs last!"
With that, she stord off with her companions.
I watched her leave with a cold, disdainful smile, "All these years, she’s only aged but hasn’t grown any smarter—still as immature as back in school."
Grace Chandler said, "I think she’s only grown in bust but not in brains?"
I looked puzzled.
Grace Chandler pointed her chin in the direction Jessica Sawyer left: "Didn’t you notice she not only had her face done but her chest as well? That arms-crossed, haughty gesture earlier was to show it off to you."
I frowned, stunned—ha, I really didn’t notice.
"I think she’s even competing with you over bust size, so she at least filled in two cups."
"..." I was speechless.
Although many people have praised my figure over the years and envied , only I know, being busty has its own troubles.
Wearing slightly low-necked clothing is impossible.
If the style and design are a bit off, I would look fat and burly.
If I wear sothing tight, the curves are too obvious, and people will gossip behind my back.
Though I could ignore those remarks, in the workplace, it’s unavoidable to have male colleagues staring, which makes feel disgusted.
So, I once thought about having breast reduction surgery.
But I ultimately gave up because I was afraid of the pain; after all, I’m scared of even injections, let alone going under the knife.
"Forget it, let’s eat." I drifted off for a while and then ended the topic.
Grace Chandler nodded, picked up her chopsticks, and said while eating, "Lily Miller, you’ve changed, you used to be so resilient, upright."
I understood what she ant and smiled, "Life’s tribulations have shaped , being too rigid gives way to breakage, it’s better to be flexible. Look, by being flexible, I saved over six thousand, that’s equivalent to how much so people earn in a month."
"That’s true." Grace Chandler couldn’t help but laugh again.
After the al, I initially planned to take her to another district, but she called a ride herself, "We have to cross the river, it takes two hours round trip, too much trouble, I’ll just get a ride."
We’re all familiar with each other, no need to be polite, "Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, bye-bye."
When I got ho, I went to the delivery locker to pick up a package before going upstairs.
It was an express mail.
I was delighted, tearing it open imdiately.
As expected, it was the court’s judgnt!
After entering the house and putting down my things, I placed the judgnt on the table and stared at it for a while.
After dragging on for months, the mont has finally arrived!
The feeling of freedom made my heart surge!
Suddenly, my phone rang, I looked at it, and the joy suddenly stopped.
Adrian Gordon.
We hadn’t been in contact for many days, and now he suddenly calls, it seems he also received the judgnt.
I picked up the phone, my mind couldn’t help but wonder—Is he going to back out?
If he backs out, what should I do?
Should I really send Amanda to jail?
She has suffered enough.
No, I can’t be a saint, this was the original condition agreed upon. As long as Adrian Gordon has the audacity to back out, I can take a stand.
With my thoughts settled, I answered the call and put the phone to my ear: "Hello..."
"Lily," Adrian Gordon’s deep and lancholic voice ca through, "Did you receive the judgnt?"
I remained composed, my tone cold: "Just got ho and received it."
"Are you sure this is how it ends between us?"
I frowned, my tone turned serious, "What do you an? Are you considering an appeal?"
Adrian Gordon laughed a reluctant laugh and said, "Since I got the judgnt this morning, I’ve been pondering this question, considering it all day..."
I was shocked!
Did he really intend to do sothing like this?
"Adrian Gordon, don’t forget, I have evidence of your sister’s cri."
Though I was furious, I tried to keep my tone calm, not wanting to ss things up in front of him, giving him more room to maneuver.
"Lily, I don’t believe you would really send Amanda to jail, she has already been punished, her life destroyed, can you really bear to have her imprisoned?" Adrian Gordon’s tone was also calm, as if he was sure of .
I felt waves of shivering inside , forcing myself to stay calm, "Ha... Do you still think I’m that naive, soft-hearted fool who only thinks about others? Don’t forget, I even sent my own father to jail. What does your sister count for!"
As soon as these words were spoken, silence ca from the other side.
Clearly, Adrian Gordon finally had a clear mind at that mont.
He thought I still had feelings for him and couldn’t be hard on his family.
After a long silence, just when I thought he had nothing to say and was ready to hang up, he suddenly spoke in a low, painful voice, "Lily... you’re killing by being like this... you know..."
The last few words distinctly carried a crying tone, as if he were in unbearable pain.
My face twisted into a knot, feeling a deep sense of disgust in my heart.
"Adrian Gordon, stop playing the victim. Where we are today is caused by your stubbornness. There’s no point dragging this out any longer. Even your mother said that after your divorce, there will be plenty of wealthy heiresses breaking down the door. You’ll easily find a new love and forget about ."
"No, I will never forget you. Lily, you don’t understand how important you are to ."
I truly don’t understand, just as I don’t understand why he has to be so revolting.
I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore, impatiently saying, "Just save so of your drama to move yourself; there’s no need to perform it here. I’m busy, hanging up."
"Wait, Lily!" He suddenly called out to again, unwilling to give up, "If we can’t be husband and wife, can’t we at least be friends?"
"What do you an?"
"Tomorrow’s the school reunion; you must be going too. Our alma mater is where our love began. Tomorrow, I’ll co to pick you up, and we’ll go back to campus, walk around and have a look—so we can put an end to this marriage."
After hearing this, I suddenly realized.
"You went through such a lengthy process just to say this?"
"Not entirely, I truly don’t want to leave, but since you’re determined, let’s part on good terms."
Parting on good terms sounds nice, but he didn’t really do it.
Thinking of Daniel coming to pick up tomorrow, I refused without hesitation, "There’s no need for that. Tomorrow, many classmates will be present, and quite a few probably know about us. Showing up together would only make us a joke, wouldn’t it?"
"Why do you care about what others think?"
"A person lives to uphold their dignity; of course I care. So we better not et. I wish you happiness."
I lowered my arm, decisively hanging up, my whole day’s good mood ruined by him.
But it was just a brief mont.
Thinking of the school reunion tomorrow, I checked the weather conditions and matched the clothes I wanted to wear.
Visiting my alma mater’s celebration calls for treating it with importance.
Early the next morning, I got up early.
After over an hour of primping, I finally made myself look glamorous and radiant.
My phone rang, I picked it up and smiled shyly, "Hey, why are you up so early?"
Daniel Carter said, "Not early, it’s already half past eight. When we reach the school, it’ll be almost ten."
Elmore University is in another district of Fallhaven, and we have to cross the river. Under normal traffic, it takes an hour; if there’s a jam, who knows how long it’ll take.
"Okay, I’ll be down soon." I replied, just about to hang up when I suddenly rembered sothing, "Do you want to bring your clothes down? I ant to take them for dry cleaning but haven’t gotten to it yet..."
"Leave them; I’m not in a hurry to wear them."
"Then I’ll just give them to you after they’re dry cleaned."
"Whatever works."
After hanging up, I looked at myself in the mirror again, quite pleased, then put on my shoes and headed out.
The saying about won dressing for those who appreciate it—this is precisely why.
With a heart pounding like a young deer, I eagerly hurried downstairs.
Unexpectedly, just as I opened the gate, I looked up and saw Adrian Gordon standing at the bottom of the stairs.
The joy on my face instantly froze; seeing him ignited a fire in my heart.
Even though yesterday I didn’t agree to go with him, he ca without notice.
And judging by the look of things, he had been waiting early, playing the waiting ga.
"Lily, you look gorgeous today!" Adrian Gordon appraised with sincere admiration.
He was indeed handso; he had always been.
But right now, I don’t love him anymore; even his looks don’t stir a bit of emotion.
"Move aside, I don’t have ti to deal with you."
I brushed past, not wanting to interact.
But he grabbed my arm, "Lily, it’s inconvenient to drive today. You’re dressed so beautifully; are you planning to squeeze into the subway? Let my driver take us, and we’ll be picked up in the evening."
Adrian Gordon repeatedly showed goodwill, yet I grew increasingly annoyed.
Just as I was about to lose my temper and lash out, a gentle yet hearty voice ca at the perfect ti, "Lily Miller!"
I looked in the direction of the sound, my eyes brightening.
Daniel Carter got down from that exceptionally massive and impressive Red Flag SUV, looking remarkable in a tailored high-end suit, making him appear majestic and graceful.
I had personally made that for him.
Unconsciously, I gave a polite smile, "Good morning, Mr. Carter."
Adrian Gordon turned back, seeing the man striding towards us; his expression instantly hardened, going on the defensive.
"Mr. Carter, what do you an by this? I haven’t officially divorced Lily Miller, yet here you are, trying to steal soone else’s wife?" Adrian Gordon opened with scorn.
I frowned, sharply shaking off Adrian Gordon’s grip, "Don’t bite at people blindly; we’re simply normal friends."
"Ha, you think I’m an idiot? You two have been involved for quite so ti; wasn’t it you who said, during your drunken episode, that you’ve already slept together?" Adrian Gordon blurted, using my own words against .
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