The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 1253

Foreman knelt numbly, his fingers trembling as he picked up the broken pieces.

Stella had never seen him like this before, and a wave of guilt washed over her. "Foreman, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

He didn't look up, his expression lost in shadow. After a long moment, he finally managed a hoarse, "I'm fine."

"Foreman, Joshua didn't do it on purpose," Stella tried to explain. "Please don't be angry with him. The music box..."

Before she could finish, Joshua cut in. "Don't worry, Mr. Richards. I'll find a way to have it repaired, or I'll track down that sculptor and commission an identical one."

*Identical?* Foreman scoffed inwardly. This music box was one of a kind. There would never be another one like it.

His gaze drifted to her desk and landed on the preserved rose, the very one he had once thrown to the ground, causing a few petals to fall. It now sat in a place of honor, the most prominent spot in her office.

his line of sight and her eyes flickered. She stepped forward, subtly blocking his

lunchtime. Let me treat

lowered his gaze.

have been completely tone-deaf. She turned to him. "Joshua, you'll have to get

Call

spoke to a subordinate;

Stella and Foreman left, Joshua stared at the scattered fragments on the floor, his eyes dark and unreadable. He carefully swept up the pieces

downstairs, bag in hand. Harold was waiting in

the bag. "Have this examined. See if you can

sir," Harold said,

soft, pleasant voice

"Joshua."

on her face. It's been a while. Have you been busy? She sounded like an old friend, her tone