It’s not a coincidence

The faint light of the wall lamp shone obliquely on Sean from behind, making his figure seem even taller and more erect in the light as he stood in front of the French window in the bedroom.

Unlike Tony’s mixed-race-like nobleness and elegance, Sean’s facial features belonged to a more typical Asian. His high brow ridge made his eyes look very refined, and the thin lips below his tall nose had a heartless and unfeeling quality similar to Tony’s. However, compared to Tony’s impassiveness, Sean’s iciness was immature and partly affected. Perhaps Sean can become someone like Tony one day…

As the idea crossed Lyla’s mind, her eyes took on a touch of sorrow; she stopped wiping her hair dry and replied bitterly, “Sean… of course I love you! It’s just that… if you regret it and want to chase after Myra again… I-I won’t blame you…”

Seeing Lyla’s sorrowful expression, Sean knew that his marriage to Myra over the past two years had hurt her deeply. He then sighed softly while tightening his arm