Not long after, I was discharged from the hospital. Being in the hospital was really boring. Plus my recovery was going great, so I checked out earlier than planned. Jas drove back to Starlight Estates. The housekeeper cooked a hearty lunch for . I ate a lot, feeling all recharged. Suddenly, Joshua called, "Eliana, how are you doing? I went to the hospital, but they told you had already left." "Joshua, how did you know I was in the hospital?" I was a bit surprised, as I hadn’t posted anything about it on social dia. Joshua was silent for a few seconds before he told , "Ariel told this morning." Why would Ariel tell Joshua about my injury? Thinking about what she had said before about Joshua having special feelings for , I seed to understand her intention. Was she trying to help Joshua pursue ? Just then, Damon also called. After handling Joshua with a few words, I picked up his call. He was pis sed, "Why didn’t you tell when you were discharged?" "Did you go to the hospital?" I asked. "Of course!" Damon sounded pretty pissed, "What a waste of my ti!" Suddenly, it clicked. Ariel knew that Damon was going to the hospital this morning, so she told Joshua about my hospitalization. This way, both n would run into each other at the hospital. Too bad she didn’t expect to check out early. I never thought she could be so cunning. Damon had already hung up, and I didn’t bother calling back. Winter days are short and nights are long. It was not even half past six in the afternoon, and the sky was already gloomy. I slept all afternoon and didn’t wake up until then. After putting on a coat, I headed to the snowman in the yard.
The snowman was a bit out of shape. With the heavy snowfall these days, it has swollen a lot. "Madam, it’s too cold outside. You should go back inside," the housekeeper kindly reminded . "I’m fine, I’m bundled up," I smiled and told her, "Go and cook sothing. I’m not hungry yet, and you can prepare sothing as you wish." "Yes, madam." Once the housekeeper went inside, I took a few steps back and looked at the mansion in front of . I used to think it was a love nest for Damon and . Now I realized it was more like a giant cage, and I had willingly stayed in it for five years. In these five years, apart from missing Damon and waiting for Damon, I had nothing else to do. Luna enjoyed flirting with handso guys, Sofia was always striving to beco a pop star, and Clara was hustling for her career. Only , after giving up on Damon, I beca extrely hollow. Maybe after the divorce, I should plan what to do, whether to continue pursuing my music dream or to return to my family’s company to learn so business. Anyway, I won’t go back to Coleman Co. as his personal assistant. I was so lost in thoughts that I didn’t notice when Damon stood behind . "Sigh," I let out a deep breath, turned to leave. When I saw Damon, I scread, patting my chest, "You scared ! Are you a ghost?!" "Guilty conscience?" Damon had his hands in his trench coat pockets. He wore a handmade black and white checkered scarf around his neck, which suited him nicely. I didn’t respond to him but pointed at the scarf, "It’s nice. Did Ariel knit it?" I had seen this scarf in my past life, but it appeared much later than in this life. In my past life, Jones told that it was knitted by Ariel herself for Damon. Damon treasured this scarf as if it was the most expensive luxury in the world. He raised his eyebrows, seemingly admitting it, waiting for to continue. "It looks warm. Can I borrow it?" I suddenly reached out to take off his scarf. I thought he would refuse,but he bent down slightly to cooperate with . As he bent down, the distance between us shortened. I slowed down my movents, staring at his face. It was hard to imagine that I had loved this face for ten years, and now I was really going to let go. Damon’s gaze beca probing. He asked, "Still want it?" Only then did I speed up, pulled off the scarf quickly, and casually wrapped it around my neck. Maybe due to full love on it, the scarf was indeed very warm. "If Ariel knows, she might be upset," I rubbed the scarf with my chin, deliberately saying, "Her attitude towards you has just softened a bit, don’t blow it. "She’s not that petty." Damon answered lightly, as if the Ariel in his mind was the woman who trusted and understood him the most in the world. I sighed deeply, really wanted to play that recording to Damon right now, and tell him that Ariel deliberately sent Joshua to the hospital to see this morning. But with the divorce imminent, I had no need to do so. That would only prolong the divorce, and the effect of the recording would not be optimal. The scarf around my neck seed to be slowly sprouting thorns, making uncomfortable. I took off the scarf and returned it to Damon, "Thanks. I’ve had enough." After saying that, I turned and walked back. Damon followed behind with the scarf. The house was warm, not as cold as outside. I took off my coat and threw it aside. So did Damon. "Did you bring the divorce agreent this ti?" I sat on the sofa, holding a cup of hot chocolate, and looked at Damon indifferently. "No." Damon’s answer surprised . "Why is it not ready yet?" I was a bit frustrated, "I don’t want your money. Shouldn’t it be simple?"
Damon frowned, "Are you really in such a hurry to get a divorce?" This line sounds so familiar! In my past life, I also asked Damon angrily. Then, the answer I got was that he wanted to give Ariel a formal identity, instead of letting her be his mistress forever. I was a bit stunned. The scenes of the two worlds seed to overlap, even our identities were swapped. "Why not divorce?" I ca back to my senses, and the turbulence in my heart gradually subsided, "We have been pretending to be husband and wife for five years. Isn’t that enough? Now you’ve found soone you truly love, and I’m willing to let go of the past. Isn’t that great?" Seeing him staying silent, I went on, "Damon, what’s the matter with you? What are you hesitating for? Can’t you really give up with the little profit my family can bring you?" My question made Damon’s facial expression change drastically. I saw his hand slowly clenching into a fist, with the veins on the back of his hand becoming prominent due to the exertion. A certain guess in my heart was getting stronger. It prompted to continue, "Could it be...you’ve fallen for ?" "Eliana!" Damon’s voice was full of impatience, "Will you ever stop being so full of yourself?" I was at a loss for words. The growing expectation in my heart was shattered in an instant. I was indeed overthinking. How could sothing that hadn’t been achieved in ten years be accomplished in just a few months?
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