Jason's suspicions slowly faded as he watched Zoey’s expression. She put aside the pasta and ate some vegetables. She was feeling better and less nauseous than before. Without noticing, she finished her lunch with no leftovers. After finishing his own food, Jason asked, "When are you planning to move? Do you need my help?" Zoey seriously contemplated the offer and shook her head, saying, "I don't have much stuff. I can just take a taxi." Henry spoke up suddenly, "I drove today. I'll go with you later."Jason gave Henry a hard stare, seemingly sensing something in the air. Before Zoey could answer, he interjected, "That sounds okay too. Get going earlier in the afternoon."Zoey nodded and agrreed, "Oh, okay." Jason still needed a checkup in the afternoon and get his wound rebandaged. Zoey watched her uncle being wheeled into the checkup room before leaving with Henry. Henry's car was parked outside the hospital. Zoey opened the door to the backset, changed her mind and circled
"Why are you still standing there?" Laurence didn't seem to have much patience left, as if he was in a hurry to erase the bad memories. The housekeeper could only do as she was told as it was obvious her master was in a bad mood. The servants were deathly silent, not daring to make a single sound. They went upstairs and packed up all of Zoey's clothes. Countless pieces of designer clothing had been sent to the house every season. The clothes alone filled more than ten huge boxes, excluding the branded luxury handbags. The servants thought it was a pity throwing everything out. Besides, Zoey would probably get upset when she returned and found the wardrobe empty. "Should we really throw everything away? What if Mr. Scott's just saying this while he’s in a bad mood?" "I don't think Mr. Scott is being impulsive." Although the housekeeper didn't know exactly what was going on, she more or less guessed Laurence's thoughts from years of observing his moods. "Miss Zoey won't be coming
Laurence swiped the entertainment news page away, but the picture was branded on his mind. He couldn't brush it off. He shut off his phone and turned to return to the room, shutting out the moonlight. He tossed his phone onto the bed, overwhelmed with an indescribable sense of exhaustion. Laurence had always been in control, but nothing had gone his way in the past two days. He felt distracted at work too. He sat against the headboard with the divorce papers resting on the bedside table under the dim light. He hadn't read it thoroughly in the morning but had time now. He scanned every word in the document. His sore eyes felt even more tired. Laurence gripped the papers so hard that the skin over his knuckles went white. He locked the papers in the bedside drawer to get them out of sight. When he first met Zoey, he had never thought this day would come. The ending he had pictured was supposed to be peaceful and consensual, but in reality, he hadn't been calm at all. Love was uncontr
Laurence left soon after he arrived, befuddling the house staff in Birch Residences. It was already so late, but he chose not to stay the night. He probably abhorred the place now.The next morning, he woke up with a hangover and felt terrible all over. Laurence managed to get to the office on time and handled his work with a splitting headache.His employees worked overtime along with him, with every department busy with tasks. At the same time, gossip spread like wildfire in the secretarial office. Everyone was curious. Several interns chatted among themselves ceaselessly."Miss Chalmers, is Mr. Scott tormenting us at work because of his divorce?" Anne was now a senior staff member in the secretarial office. No longer the clumsy and careless young secretary she was before, she had transformed into a competent lady, capable of bearing responsibilities and working independently. "Did they really get a divorce? But there hasn’t been an official statement yet.""I have a friend of
Zoey wasn’t seriously planning on moving back to Southgrove. Her mother and uncle were still in Northwell. So was her studio and business was slowly picking up. It did not make sense for her to leave Northwell just because she wanted to avoid seeing someone. It wasn't worth it, and she would not act rashly either.Zoey felt sleepy after she ended the call with Rose. She found she wasn't as upset as she thought she'd be after hearing the news about Laurence finding himself new lovers. She didn’t even have the urge to look it up online. When she thought about it, this was what happened to the majority of people. Drifting apart from the person one fancied in their youth was inevitable. It was rare for anyone to have everything go the way they wished.Zoey didn't bother sparing Laurence much thought. She was so tired that she fell asleep in seconds.The next day, Zoey was late for work as she had been so exhausted that she couldn't wake up that morning. She was busy with the Porters proj
"You're not fat." Jason recalled Zoey used to be much chubbier as a child. Even in her adolescence, when girls put a lot of emphasis on looking pretty, she was on the heavier side, very healthy and balanced. She had the right figure then, not too sickly thin, or obese. He found her too thin these days.But Zoey was still wary. "If I don't control myself, I'll get really fat."Jason didn't view being plump as an issue. Being too thin was unhealthy. "You'll look good even if you're plumper,” he reassured.Still, Zoey did not finish the snacks she was munching on. For the past few days, she noticed that she got hungry too quickly and ate again soon after meals. If she did not put a stop to it, she would puff up like a balloon soon enough. That wouldn't do. She still wanted to look good.Jason had made a reservation at a restaurant Zoey liked. The place had a nice view of the city, and one could behold the entire night view through the windows.Zoey had just sat down when she sudden
Zoey was momentarily stunned. Her brows slowly knitted together, and she no longer sounded as cheerful as she had been seconds before. "No." She hurriedly added, "But my monthlies never come on time. I usually have them at the end of the month, and that's more than ten days away." Her hasty explanation sounded like she was trying to cover things up. "Rose, what are you implying?" she asked. As much as she tried to steady her voice, it had an uneasy undertone. She smiled, albeit a very forced smile. "You aren’t assuming I’m pregnant, are you?”Rose hoped she was just overthinking things. "Yes, that must be it. I’m jumping to conclusions too hastily," she thought to herself. Zoey had been married to Laurence for two years, and they never had a child in that time. Could she be so unfortunate to find out that she was pregnant right after their divorce? "No, I was just asking offhandedly. Don't let the thought mess with you," Rose assured."Now that you mention it, there do seem to
"I have no control over your thoughts." Zoey replied dismissively. She couldn't be bothered to explain, nor did she find it necessary. She was headed out the door, and he was making his way into the building, so they were going in opposite directions.Laurence had the urge to call out to her when she passed him. Things had already turned out this way between them, yet he still held out unrealistic hopes for her to reconsider things. After all, since they were both at the Bureau of Civil Affairs, it wasn't entirely impossible for them to remarry. However, Zoey did not turn back, and he did not say another word.The staff there recognized him immediately and could only exclaim inwardly, "Men have always been unfaithful. He's just gotten a divorce, and he already has a constant stream of new lovers.""Please give me my divorce certificate.""You'll need to sign here, please."Laurence picked up a pen and signed the piece of paper. The staff then handed the other copy of the divorce c