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I mumbled, my eyes still showing the lingering sadness. As the guy got up to leave, he turned back and said, "You know, even though you're upset, you should try and smile. Frowning doesn't suit you; you look much better when you smile. And also, if you don’t mind, I could get your number." I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the unexpected statement. It was a brief break from the heaviness of the situation. "Newsflash, I’m married, so don’t think of trying anything funny. But since you at least made me smile, you can have my number.”

Adrian stayed in his seat for a long time before slowly getting up and leaving in disappointment. One month later, I received the divorce papers. And a message from Adrian. [Courtney, one last apology. I'm sorry. I wish you a smooth career and a full, happy life.] I smiled faintly and replied. [You too.] The end.

Then at the space between us where the mate bond ran — the specific look of someone who has understood exactly what they were facing and has decided that understanding it changes nothing. The smile arrived. Private. Settled. The smile of someone for whom the last thing has been said and said correctly. He died with it on his face.

Just thin in the specific way that smiles went thin when the person wearing them was holding something that the smile was not large enough to fully cover. Her eyes were doing something different from her mouth. I had seen that combination before. I had seen it in the coffee shop on an ordinary morning when a woman in a dark coat had looked at my face for less than a second and kept walking. Eight months ago Maria Blackwood had been standing beside Louis Barnett at a charity dinner with his hand on her back and a smile that was already ending. Eight months ago Charles had appeared at The Harlow. I sat at my desk and looked at the photograph.

He cocked a brow in question, "Do what more often?" "Laugh, smile, chuckle," I shrugged a shoulder, grabbing the glass of water that came with the burgers, "it suits you. Don't get me wrong, the whole brooding thing is attractive but your smile..." "My smile..." He pressed me to continue. "I like it." He licked his lips, the smile dropping into a frown as he did so, "I don't have much reason to smile, love. Life keeps taking away every reason I have, pretty soon all that will be left is someone who won't feel anything but anger."

Oliver noticed Claire's smile falter a bit before she put up a smile which didn't reach her eyes. ** Hunter had been by Claire's side for most part of the night. His presence helped calm her nerves. She delivered her speech, talked to investors, shareholders, potential business partners and clients with confidence. Hunter left her to go talk to other people. It was an event and socializing was necessary. Claire was doing just fine on her own.

The windbell above the door suddenly jingled. I wiped away my tears, forced a smile, and walked out. Then I froze. Christopher stood at the door, holding Nathan by the hand, his expression almost somber. It took a long while before he spoke. "Zoey, it’s been so long... I haven’t seen you smile like that before."

She smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with smugness and mockery. “Long time no see, I’m back after all.” I didn’t answer. I bent down to pick something up. She stepped on my hand. “Still pretending nothing’s wrong?” she said casually. “Do you really think that by acting indifferent, you can fool him—that he won’t see through your little trick?” She let out a soft chuckle. “Look at you,” she went on, her tone light and cruel. “So cowardly. Faced with your husband’s and your son’s betrayal, all you dare to do is endure in silence. How utterly pathetic.”

I stood up and gave her one last look. The face I once dreamed about suddenly looked so strange and ugly. "Shirley, "This is the last thing I'm doing for you. "After this, we're even. We don't owe each other anything anymore," I said and walked away. She froze, then started screaming like crazy, "Max! You selfish idiot! You can't go! "You're heartless! You're so ungrateful! I was blind to marry you!" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center.

“The way that said I was enough for you.” Maya’s jaw clenched. She shook her head and laughed bitterly, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that carried warmth. It was jagged, broken. “Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re accusing me of what? Talking to Ethan? Smiling when he made a joke?” I stepped closer, my fists tightening at my sides. “It wasn’t just a smile. It was more than that. Don’t act like I didn’t see it.”