Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Aveline lowered her head and glanced at the white paper. It was written with the address of a cemetery.

Could it be that his sister had already passed away? But what did her death have to do with her father? Aveline knew Anthony well enough that he would never harm a young girl.

Knowing that the two wouldn’t reveal much, Aveline didn’t press them further and stayed silent on the way to the Sterling residence.

Returning to this familiar place, Aveline’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Jordan politely asked, “Madam, would you like to go inside?”

“No, I’ll wait for him here,” she replied.

Her final encounter with Alexander was limited to their divorce proceedings, and she didn’t want to complicate things. Every tree and every stone in this place carried memories of the two of them, and she

didn’t want to reopen old wounds.

If she had to blame someone, it would be the man who once held her close, afraid of losing her, and

-cherished her in his hands.

Even though he had become increasingly cold, she couldn’t help but remember the good times.

Although she should despise him, she couldn’t bring herself to harden her heart.

The car’s engine remained running, providing her with warmth. Aveline was alone in the car, and her stomach began to hurt again. She curled up into a ball, clutching her knees tightly, crouching on the seat, waiting for dawn,

In winter, the days grew dark early, and the mornings were late to brighten up. Even though it was past 7

AM, the sky was still dim and foggy-

The leaves of the persimmon trees in the yard had long fallen, and her thoughts drifted back to the past.

During the season when the fruits of the persimmon tree ripened, she wanted to eat persimmon, pumpkin seeds, and chicken noodle soup. He climbed the persimmon tree in the yard, which was over ten meters tall, and shook the fruits for her.

The green leaves rustled down like a golden rain, just for her.

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At that time, Alexander was approachable, and he was an excellent cook who doted on her.

As she reminisced, she didn’t realize when she had walked alone to that tree. The persimmon tree remained, but everything else had changed.

clung to

out of the villa and

under the tree,

few days of bad weather, the first rays of morning sunlight fell on her

gauze, and oddly, she was still

exhausted.

she didn’t turn around but knew he

“Yes,” he replied.

the tall man. They were

and chicken noodle soup you used to make.”

past

of surprise, and in the next second, he responded coldly. “It’s p the season for persimmon fruit, Aveline. Don’t waste

“Can’t I have one last request before

months apart, she had seemingly

to taste it, wait till

Next year…

rough bark of the tree. She probably wouldn’t have to wait

next year.

you hate me this

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“Yes,” he replied.

to look at him and whispered, “Then… would you be happy

Boom!

to thunderously strike his heart. Alexander felt a deafening roar in his head, momentarily losing

moment, he regained his composure and said coldly, “It’s just a soup.

walk away, and a slight smile played on

afraid of

mind. She suddenly wondered what his expression would be if he heard of her death

he be happy or

saved from last year. Alexander efficiently took out the ingredients and started to thaw them.

inside the kitchen, Aveline only felt a deep sense of sorrow.

time he would cook for her.

That’s alright.

leaving behind a

roasted sweet potatoes in front of the fireplace. The scent of the sweet potatoes

the room.

Mrs. Sterling, would always come

the elderly Mr. Sterling, not wanting to grieve day and

remained sweet and fragrant, but

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sweet potatoes and drinking a glass of warm water, her

somewhat.

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