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He curled his lips and fell into silence. He stared at me motionlessly for a long time before asking, "Are you angry?"

I was stunned, but I tried not to let my anger get the best of me and responded, "No, but please don't touch my stuff without my permission. It doesn't matter if you don't want to divorce. Well just waste our time but please respect me. I only have this one request. Thank you!"

I spoke in a polite but distant way, weary of our fights and having to get mad at him.

Without looking at his expression, I went upstairs and booked myself another flight ticket. Afterwards, I went downstairs with my suitcase.

He stood in the hall, piercing his cold, black eyes on me as if he wanted to see through me.

moved the suitcase to the car. Fortunately,

of relief when I noticed that he

was still early, I found a book in the waiting room and sat on a chair to

a sudden, a girl gave me a fright when she came over

today?" She was wearing a trendy- looking overcoat with a knitted knee-length skirt and a pair of

I still couldn't remember how or when I knew this

girl beamed, "Miss Reid, don't you remember me? We've just met. My name is Eunice Hathaway. You and Mr.

finally remembered who she

is

in embarrassment, "We're not vey financially stable, you see. My parents did provide me with money when I went to high school but after that, they didn't have enough to let me continue my studies at the university. That's why I worked night shifts in Emperor Club. I was bullied because I refused to perform

at socializing, so I didn't have anything to say to

chatting with me. When she saw me reading, she smiled and asked, "Miss Reid, do you also like reading 'Notre-Dame de Paris'? I

glanced at her and pointed out, "We're still a few days shy of the New Year. You're not getting