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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.

car. Fortunately, he didn't

drove out of the villa and heaved a sigh of relief when

early, I found a book in the waiting room and sat

of a sudden, a girl gave me a

are you going back to Ucrebury today?" She was wearing a trendy- looking overcoat with a knitted knee-length skirt

cheeks. After pondering for a bit, I still couldn't remember how or when I

just met. My

a while. Then, I finally remembered who she

is in Sandville, Ucrebury.

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 on stage. Thank you for you and Mr. Aaron's help that day. Who knows what Mr. Lance would

I was not good at socializing, so I didn't have anything to say to her after

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

few days shy of the New Year. You're not getting a part-time job in