Chapter 64
I thought it was Jameson calling from another phone, so I answered the call without looking and shouted, “Jameson, you disgusting scumbag! If you call me again, I’m reporting you for harassment.”
The person on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds.
After a while, Tristan’s helpless voice sounded. “Wyn, why did you quarrel with that person again? Did something happen?”
When Tristan arrived, there were five different flowers in the living room.
Every pink bouquet looked beautiful and wrapped in elegant packaging, and they all looked expensive.
The atmosphere in the living room was weird.
I took the card out from the bouquet, it read, “Do you like these flowers?”
It was from someone who said he had been waiting for me for a long time.
I thought that person was crazy.
I angrily tore the card.
Tristan opened the window, and a gust of fresh air rushed in.
He ordered the security guards who had come up. “Take all of these down and throw them.
away.
I was at a loss for words.
I couldn’t help but feel a little heartache as I watched the security guards carry the bouquets out one by one.
Those flowers were expensive. They would still look nice at home even if they were sent by a
стеер.
My expression was obvious. Tristan glanced at me and asked, “Feeling reluctant?”
I stammered, “I–I just think it’s a–a waste, that’s all.”
Tristan calmly hummed in acknowledgment.
I felt uneasy as I stood next to him. I suddenly explained, “Those flowers weren’t from Jameson.”
Tristan finally looked at me seriously. “How did you know?”
I felt awkward as I said, “I called to ask him and ended up quarreling.”
Tristan looked at me with a complicated expression.
I touched my face out of embarrassment. “I didn’t contact him on purpose. I just want to…
Tristan said calmly, “Don’t call him for no reason next time. I’ll help you find a lawyer.”
Then, he added, “Only if you are sure that you want to divorce Jameson.”
I was slightly stunned. “Of course I’ve made up my mind. What makes you ask that?”
Tristan looked at me with a complicated expression and rubbed my hair. “Silly, since you guys had bonded for so long and there are interests involved, you really need to think it through before making a final decision about the divorce.
I was about to argue back, but I suddenly experienced a shift in my feelings–an indescribable sadness washed over me.
I felt sad as I suddenly recalled Jameson’s arrogant words.
I used to love him so much that it gave him the reason to hurt my feelings without fear of consequences. I wondered if it was because of my deep love for him that he had the confidence to do that.
If I really got a divorce, I wondered what I should do if my memory returned and had to face the part of me that still loved Jameson.
I felt lost.
After handling the flowers, Tristan and I quietly enjoyed a lavish dinner.
Margaret was very friendly, and the food she cooked was delicious.
She was like a sharp–witted and kind woman one would find in my hometown, who kept encouraging us to eat more. Her presence brought life to the house that appeared desolate.
I went to help Margaret when she was washing the dishes. She tried to brush me off but eventually gave in. We talked while we were washing. “Mr. Zook has good manners. I can tell from how he eats.”
I hummed in acknowledgment. “Mr. Zook’s family is wealthy, and he is well–educated.”
“Ms. Lambert, I think he has some feelings for you. You should pay more attention to him.” Margaret lowered her voice and said as she tried to play matchmaker again.
“I noticed how he looked at you during dinner. There was nothing innocent about his The bowl in my hands slipped into the sink and caused water to splash everywhere.
