Clara appeared so calm, but that just made it worse. Wilson's heart began to race uncomfortably because of her words. He felt irritated."Why should I spend a day on a date with you?" "Because this way, you can get rid of me faster. There are still 25 days before the end of the three months we agreed on. But now, you'll only spend one day to get me out of your life. It's a good deal, isn't it?" Clara replied smoothly.Wilson shot her a glare and fell silent, his lips pursed tightly. "Don't worry. I know you've been tired lately. I'll keep this day trip as simple as possible for you. You can relax," Clara added."What do you think? Do you want to keep this up for another three weeks or let it end in just one day?"After a long silence, Wilson finally agreed. "Make it a day. You'd better sign the divorce papers at the end of the day!""Deal! Well then, please meet me downstairs and have breakfast at 8 o'clock sharp in the morning. And do as I say for the rest of the day," Clara
Clara felt a little younger dressing up like this, but no matter how she looked, time had flown by, and she was older than when she first met Wilson ten years ago.Clara wanted to spend this day with him like how they did in the past long time ago. Staring at her face in the mirror, she flashed a bright smile and encouraged herself. She wanted to make the most of this day, leaving a wonderful memory for the future!Clara left her room only to find Wilson already in the dining room, and Mandy was there too.Mandy knew Wilson would spend the day with Clara although Wilson had not explained to her exactly why. Wilson only told her to give him the medicines he needed for the day. She could take a day off because he did not need her care.When Clara came over, Mandy reluctantly gave Clara the medicines for the day and carefully explained how much Wilson should take them and when.Clara made a note and marked them down. "Thanks, Mandy. You can take the day off for today," she said dismi
Wilson pursed his lips but let Clara hold his hand instead of shaking her off.As they walked along the path, Clara snapped photos of the scenery with her phone."Let's take a photo together, Wilson," Clara said suddenly."Is that necessary?" he asked."It is." Clara insisted, knowing it would be a treasured memory for years to come.Wilson stopped protesting, so Clara got someone to help them take a photo of them."One, two, three! Smile!" A stranger took a photo for them, and then said with some regret, "Madam, your husband didn't smile. Do you want me to take another photo for you?""Oh, no. Thank you," Clara said and retrieved her phone. Even if they took another photo together, Wilson would not smile.Clara looked at the photo on her phone. She had a bright smile, a contrast against Wilson's coldness. There seemed to be a hint of impatience in his almost expressionless face.Clara's eyelashes fluttered. Maybe he simply found every second of this unpleasant."Well, let's
Clara gave him a soft smile. "I hope the newlyweds can live happily ever after.""That sounds boring," Wilson remarked.Clara smiled and said nothing. Wilson then heard the priest say, "The groom may kiss the bride." Suddenly, Clara turned around, putting her arms around Wilson's neck. Standing on tiptoe, she pressed a kiss on his lips.Surprise filled his eyes, quickly replaced by a wave of strange feelings. The kiss brought up memories of their last visit to this church.In his memories, Clara wrapped her arms around his neck with a bright smile and even told him, "Wilson, let's hold our wedding in this church, okay?""As you wish." That was what he had said, but he had never meant it. He only dated her for revenge and never thought he would marry her. Never.Clara had grinned at him, content with his answer. "Thank you!" She was so happy that she had kissed him.Clara initiated the kiss like she did the last time. He gulped, feeling her soft lips on his. It struck him with
"No. That's enough," Wilson said. "You need to take your pills before the meal. I'll go get some water for you," Clara said, leaving her seat. She spoke to the staff and came back with a glass of warm water shortly. Then, she grabbed the medicine from her bag and handed it to Wilson.As Wilson swallowed his pills with water, Clara said, "Stay here for a while. I'll check out the message wall."Wilson frowned. He had seen the message wall when they came in. There were many small pieces of paper stuck onto the wall, each with a short sentence or picture drawn on it. These were messages left by the guests, and it was a feature of the restaurant.Wilson was not interested in that kind of thing. He stayed in his seat and watched her reading the messages on the wall seriously.In his memory, he vaguely remembered her leaving a message note here the last time they came. He had gotten curious and asked her what she had written, but she had refused to tell him.Clara said she would tell
Clara had imagined they were getting married in the church at that moment. When she kissed him, she had whispered in her heart, "I do.". But he would never know this, and she had no intention to tell him.Clara looked away and resumed her meal.The two ate in silence. After lunch, Clara tried her best to put a smile on her face. "Alright, we're done with lunch. Dear, please get the bill."Wilson trembled when he heard her calling him 'Dear'. He forcefully suppressed the strange feeling in him, called the waiter, and paid the bill.Clara continued with a smile, "Time for a movie. I got us tickets for the movie in an hour. We'll walk there and arrive just in time. Walking after a meal is good for digestion too, don't you think?""Lead the way, then." Wilson got up and walked out of the restaurant.Clara quickly chased after him and took his hand again. "Wilson, can you smile? I haven't seen you smile much today."Wilson instantly shot her a cold glare. "I only agreed to accompany
Clara's heart throbbed and ached, feeling a little empty without him. No matter how much she tried to keep him, she could not. Shortly after, she got up and walked out of the cinema with a bitter smile.Clara came to the exit and saw Wilson on the phone."Okay, I know. I'll be back," Wilson said and ended the call. After putting his phone away, he turned around to see Clara standing behind him.Something flashed in his eyes. "We have to end the date now. I have to go back.""Did something happen?" Clara asked worriedly."I had something on schedule today. I didn't want to go, but my mom called. She said I should go," Wilson explained. "I'm afraid I won't be back so soon," he said, ready to leave.Clara grabbed him by the arm, stopping him. "Must you go to this appointment today?"Wilson turned his gaze fully on her. "Yes. If you think we haven't spent enough time today, I'll make it up to you another time."Clara's heart stung with pain. Make it up to her another time? He mad
After a short silence, Lessie began to speak again. "You mean it this time, right? You won't go back on your word again like you did the last time?"Clara knew what Lessie meant. She had broken the promise she made with Lessie at the hospital despite promising to have a clean break with Wilson. Later, she met Wilson in Latveria again for Summer's sake and hoped that Wilson would drop the charges against Joyce. "I won't," Clara promised.Lessie studied Clara intently. "I'll trust you one last time. I hope you won't let me down this time."Clara said nothing. She looked up at the stairs, waiting for Wilson to appear again. She wanted to catch every last glimpse of him before leaving his life completely. She wanted the image of him imprinted on her brain.Finally, his figure came into her sight. She observed the graceful way he moved down the stairs, how elegant he was in a black suit, despite being much thinner than he was. His neatly combed hair and his handsome but stern face loo