The restaurant patrons had originally been distracted by Chloe and Allison's altercation. However, upon Reginald's entrance, all eyes turned to admire this striking gentleman. His height was accentuated by the bespoke black suit that skimfully graced his frame. An air of refinement clung to him that bespoke quality and taste seldom witnessed nowadays. He compelled fascination – once glimpsed, he could not easily be ignored or dismissed from one’s notice.Upon seeing him, Chloe's eyes lit up, and she hurried over to him, choking back sobs, "Reggie!"Reginald frowned, "What are you doing here?"Chloe's eyes turned red. Pitifully, she explained, "I wanted to talk to Arabella and explain what happened last night, but before we could talk much, she insulted me, and Allison even slapped me."She pointed to her swollen cheek, pouting, "It hurts so much."Reginald glanced at Arabella, "Is what she's saying true?"Arabella laughed. She hadn't expected Reginald's love interest to be such a guy—
She grew up in the countryside of Yorkshire with her grandparents, and her favorite pastime was exploring the wild daisies, dandelions, irises, and sunflowers near their cottage.She had no affection for these exotic imported roses because they seemed too high-maintenance to enjoy.Buying so many was purely malicious.As they neared the entrance to the Treasures of Yesteryear antique shop, Arabella suddenly stopped and said, "You don't need to accompany me any further."Reginald furrowed his brow slightly. "Afraid your colleagues will see us together?""We're destined to divorce anyway, aren't we?" Her voice trembled ever so slightly, her heart quivering.The edge of this painful ordeal felt like being peeled by a dull knife.Reginald fell silent for a moment, halting his steps, wordlessly watching her retreating figure, his gaze as deep as a calm water surface.At the entrance to Treasures of Yesteryear, Arabella encountered the store manager, Cosmo Harrington.He chuckled. "Such bea
The door opened, and a person walked in. Oval-faced, with delicate and beautiful features, she was dressed in a white off-shoulder lace blouse, tucked into a tight pencil skirt, adorned with a full set of Cartier jewelry. She had her arms draped in a Chanel coat and held an Hermès handbag.It was Chloe.Upon seeing her, Reginard's expression cooled slightly. "What are you doing here?"Chloe swayed her slender waist, elegantly walking behind Reginard. She draped her arm over the back of his chair, leaned down, and her red lips almost brushed against his earlobe. "I heard Reggie was dining here, so I thought I'd come by to say hello."Reginard rubbed his ear as her warm breath made it itch. He turned his head slightly, avoiding the sensation. Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, he said casually, "Take a seat.""Thank you, dear Reginard." Chloe pulled out a chair and sat down, draping her coat over the backrest.The waiter quickly brought her a set of utensils.Reginard slid the
Reginald turned to Chloe, "You should head home, Chloe."Chloe's lips pursed slightly, displaying some reluctance. Nevertheless, she stood up, saying, "Dear Arabella, please don't be upset. Reggie and I were just having dinner, and George can vouch for that."George, sitting nearby, nearly rolled his eyes. What began as a simple meal of shrimp had turned into a feast of voyeuristic delights, with Chloe personally feeding Reggie soup and water.Seeing no one insisting she stay, Chloe reached for her coat draped over the chair. As she lifted it, the hem knocked over a teacup at the table, shattering it into pieces.Quickly bending down to collect the shards, the sharp edge cut her fingertip, and blood immediately began to flow. She cried out in pain, holding her finger, tears streaming down her face. Her fingertips trembled. She grasped the edge of the table for support, whimpering to Reginald, "It hurts so much, Reggie, can you take me to the emergency room to bandage it up?"George gl
"The moonlight is truly beautiful. Just talking to her lifts my spirits. Suddenly, Arabella's gaze froze. She saw a tall and elegant figure approaching from a distance. The man was unusually tall, gracefully shaped, with light and charming strides. Even from this distance, Arabella instantly recognized him—it was Reginald. She wondered, wasn't he the one who just took Chloe to the hospital? How did he return so quickly? Noticing her unusual reaction, Cosmo Harrington asked, "Your cousin is here." Arabella paused and weakly murmured in response. As Reginald approached, Cosmo politely extended his right hand, "I assume you're Arabella's cousin. Nice to meet you, cousin. I'm her colleague, Cosmo Harrington." Reginald glanced at Arabella, his gaze icy. "I'm your cousin?" Looking up at him, Arabella's expression remained calm. "Yes, cousin." In her clear eyes, there was evident stubbornness. Someone accustomed to gentleness quietly rebelled. Reginald had initially intended to sc
Arabella spoke earnestly, "You helped my grandmother find a kidney donor, saved her life. You bought a house for our family, lifting us out of poverty. I am truly grateful; my grandfather instilled in me the importance of repaying kindness."Reynald listened expressionlessly until the last word. Lazily lifting his eyelids, he asked without much emotion, "Do you feel gratitude only toward me?"Arabella fell into silence.In the past, if he had asked such a question, she would have answered without hesitation – gratitude, along with the accumulated emotions over the years.But now, with him proposing a divorce and getting close to Chloe, holding onto any resentment would only make her seem cheap.She gently bit her lip, making no sound.The elevator doors opened.They stepped out.Arabella took out her keys to unlock the door.Reynald silently watched as she changed her shoes.When she stood up straight, he suddenly leaned against the wall, pulling her into his embrace. He looked down a
Alarabella said earnestly, "You helped me find a kidney donor for my grandmother, saving her life. You bought a house for our family, lifting us out of poverty. I'm incredibly grateful, my grandfather always taught me the importance of repaying kindness."Reginald listened impassively until the last word. He lazily raised his eyelids without much emotion and asked, "Are you only grateful to me?"Alarabella fell silent.Once, if he had asked that, she would have answered without hesitation—beyond gratitude, there were feelings built over time.But now, he had asked for a divorce, and he was getting close to Chloe. Holding onto any resentment would only make her seem cheap.She lightly pressed her lips together, making no sound.The elevator doors opened.They stepped out.Alarabella took out the keys to open the door.They entered.Reginald silently watched her change her shoes.As she stood up straight, he suddenly leaned against the wall, pulling her into an embrace, looking down at
"The money is for your medical expenses. I have urgent matters to attend to. Can we connect later?"Arabella was in too much pain to speak.Everything before her turned pitch black, and she could see nothing.Her eyes—she had worked diligently every day, dedicating nearly two decades, inheriting all the skills from her grandfather. Since childhood, she had considered her eyes more important than life itself.And now, they were ruined.Shivering all over, her face pale, she was in immense pain and profound despair.By the time the restaurant owner heard the commotion and approached, the person who had harmed Arabella had long disappeared.The owner drove her to the hospital.During the treatment and X-ray examination, Reginald arrived.Dressed in a high-end tailored suit with a tie, having adjourned a third of the meeting upon receiving a call about Arabella's injured eyes, he hastily came over.Assisted by the restaurant owner, Arabella stumbled out of the examination room.Frail and