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Louis spoke from the side
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Scott lowered his gaze, staring at the woman on the screen. She was dressed in a sleek black business suit, looking radiant and efficient. Her confidence was palpable.
He couldn’t help but recall the various times he had seen her.
Disheveled, dejected, broken. Today, she tried desperately to impress him but was unable to bear the humiliation and ended up fleeing in disgrace.
A trace of irritation crept into his heart
His words were indeed harsh.
Jemima woke up past nine in the evening and was cooking pasta in the kitchen when her phone buzzed a few times.
It was a text from Louis.
When she asked film about Scott’s height, weight, and measurements, he never responded to her.
However, he suddenly sent over a string of numbers.
Louis Mr. Sterling says you owe him a suit. He was worried you’d be lost when picking one out, so he specifically asked me to inform you. Jemima looked like she had seen a ghost,
What is this? What is going on? Did he change his mind and decided to give me a chance again?
As soon as the thought surfaced, she immediately quashed it.
No. I can’t think too highly of myself. There’s only one possibility. Perhaps he didn’t want me to use the suit as an excuse to visit him again, so he took the initiative to warn me not to play any tricks.
Jemima was sure that if she misinterpreted his intentions and approached him with a suit, trying to curry his favor, she would only be met with a round of sarcasm.
She really wanted to land this job, but not at the cost of her dignity
Jemima cautiously replied: Got it. I’ve noted the size. I buy it as soon as possible and mail it to you.
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Louis read the message and reported back to Scott, “Ms. Willis said she has noted the size and will mail it to you soon.”
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With his platinum–framed glasses on, Scott was engrossed in a book. Hearing that, he narrowed his gaze.
“Hmm”
He made a faint nasal sound, his long, pale fingers flipping a page without much interest.
“Do you want me to Louis knew that Scott was trying to give Jemima a chance. He also felt sorry for her, so he cautiously suggested. “Remind her!”
“If she doesn’t want to, don’t force it.”
How do you know she doesn’t want to
Louis found that statement odd, but he said nothing more.
The next day. Jemima went to buy a suit.
As soon as she stepped out, a car followed her.
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I wasn’t that ash grey suits were rare, but his suit was clearly a top–tier, bespoke piece, handcrafted by a master tailor. Even the most prestigious brands couldn’t hold a candle to it
Sing on an outdoor bench, she imagined the look on his face when he received the suit–noble and gentlemanly, yet
After short rest, the decisively rushed into one of the stores she had visited earlier and picked an ash gray suit with a similar assistant fetched the right size, she commented with admiration, “Your husband has an amazing phosque Is he a model
meuld probably take that as an inde
Leaving the stoga with the shopping bag, Jentima texted Louis, asking for the mailing address.
While he was focused on her phone someone who had been following her secretly since she left home snapped a photo of her and sent it to J
Julius
At that moment hus had just wrapped up a meeting and returned to his office.
The silhouette he had seen at the golf course yesterday still lingered in his mind. It had looked too much like Jemima.
More importady there had been a man in front of her
He could fit around and play games, but she couldn’t. If another man so much as touched a single finger of hers, he would
them
To him, femima was his personal property. She could only be with him and love him. Even if he were to die, he would drag
So be had someone watching her
Just as he sat down the spy be sent reported back Jemima had gone shopping for three hours and had bought a men’s suit before heading home.
Julius was in a great mood
So she went to buy him clothes. It seemed she had finally come around and stopped throwing tantrums
That was more like it. Being his obedient wi – was better than anything else.
Jemima had intended to mui te
However, she didn’t receive any reply With no response he had no choice but to bring it home, casually tossing the bag onto the living room couch before heading upstairs for a shower
She spent the afternoon packing up the last of her belongings
There were eight days left.
As she looked around at the home she had lived in for years, a wave of sadness washed over her.
This place had been designed exactly as she had envioned her dream home. Every item was chosen by her. There was even a nursery waiting for a child.
She had set out to spend a lifetime here, yet now she had to jump ship
“While tidying up the bottom drawer of her study which she hadn’t opened in a while, she stumbled upon an old USB drive. Curious she lured it into her lapton
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It contained old photos of her and Julius when they were in high school and university. Back then, he had been innocent and handsome”
As she flipped through the photos, she laughed and cried, as if transported back to those youthful days.
She suddenly had an urge to walk through her memories to say goodbye to the past Julius
In the evening, Julius came home for dinner for the first time in forever.
Jemima didn’t cook for him
She didn’t feel like cooking for him. Instead, she took out a cup of instant noodles that should be over a year past its expiry date and tossed it to him.
Julius was speechless.
Maybe you should eat out,” she suggested. You like things out there so much, don’t you? Women out there beds out there. Even feces out there must taste better than what’s at home.
Julius felt incredulous. Is she trying to drive me away now?
Julius good mood from earlier plummeted to rock bottom. “Other wives prepare hot meals for their husbands. You’re giving me instant noodles?”
Jemima held back the urge to roll her eyes. Not adding poison to it is my final act of mercy toward you.
Too lazy to argue, she said, “I was going to eat instant tomato soup myself, but you can have it.”
Julius was truly furious now. “Have you forgotten that I never eat tomatoes?”
Jemima smacked her forehead. “Oh. right. I forgot”
Julius‘ face turned to ice. He stared at her for a long moment before stomping out of the kitchen and heading upstairs.
Jemima took her tomato soup to the dining table. She put on a comedy show and enjoyed her meal.
Upstairs. Julius sulked in his study.
The woman had spent three hours carefully picking out a suit for him. Why was she acting like this now?
Even if he hadn’t told her he was coming home, she should have gone out to buy some groceries when she saw him.
And she didn’t even remember his preferences anymore.
Julius was utterly frustrated.
He got up and went to the dressing room, curious about what kind of suit she had picked for him.
After a thorough search, he found no sign of the new suit. Just as he was about to go downstairs to ask, he stopped abruptly at the door.
His gaze swept around the dressing room.
Why do her belongings seem so much fewer than before?
