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Paul added, “Muriel dropped out of college and never graduated, let alone went abroad for further
studies. It’s indeed tough for her to find a good job. Oh, I almost forgot. She mentioned she
sometimes works part–time at night, selling goods at a night market. She probably has other jobs
too.”
However, after entering society and encountering various types of people, Paul could easily discern
someone’s state from their demeanor.
It was clear that these past few years hadn’t treated Muriel well.
If she had graduated back then and pursued further studies abroad, she could have returned as a
jewelry designer, leading apletely different life than the one she was living.
But life didn’t have “ifs“.
Paul noted that Lizzie had stopped asking questions, realizing she was probably moving on. After
all, several years had passed. Even if she couldn’t let go back then, time would help her
move on.
However, after half an hour, when Lizzie dropped Paul off at his doorstep, she suddenly asked,
“Which night market?”
“What?”
Lizzie looked at him. “Which night market did you run into Muriel?”
Paul was taken aback. “You… never mind, it’s at the Starlit Market. But you
at this hour. It’s probably closed.”
Lizzie didn’t respond. She pressed the gas pedal and drove away.
shouldn’t go
there
As he watched the car disappear around the corner, Paul suddenly realized what he had done. He
had just said something he shouldn’t have.
He shrugged off the thought. What was done was done.
The next morning, just after 8:00 am, Skr woke up to find Joe still asleep.
She quietly left the bedroom after observing him and confirming he was fine.
She went to the kitchen and made some simple chicken soup, heating a few blueberry muffins. She
didn’t cook anything else; she just added some marinated olives on the side.
It was a simple breakfast. Once finished, she settled on the couch to wait for Joe to wake up,
casually browsing through the news.
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Joe and Lizzie were caught on camera attending a banquet at the Avalon Residence. The media
was abuzz with colorful descriptions of their rtionships.
One had to admire the reporters. Their writing was impressive. If someone unaware of the truth read
those detailed ounts of romance, they would genuinely believe it was real.
In the past few days, the media had somewhat uncovered every detail, even pinpointing when the
two of them had met and when they had gone out together.
These people had no shame, all for the sake of attention.
Just as she was about to log off Facebook, another headline caught her eye. Vera was sitting alone
in a café, sipping coffee, her long hair flowing and her lips painted a striking red.
It was hard not to notice. The heiress of the Ruell family was nursing her heartbreak, lost in her
thoughts over a cup of coffee.
What a coincidence that was. Just as Skr took in Vera’s news, her phone rang. It was Vera
calling.
She picked up immediately.
Vera asked, “Skr, do you have time to grab lunch together?”
Skr wasn’t interested. “Sorry, I’ve been really busytely.”
Vera pressed on, “Did you see the news?”
“What news are you talking about?”
“Joe and Lizzie went to Avalon Residence together. They were seen arriving and leaving as a lovely
couple. You’ve been married to Joe for so long, yet no one in Jipsburg knows you exist. Aren’t you
upset?” Vera’s voice was slightly elevated.
Skr replied calmly, “How I feel isn’t important. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”
“Wait! I know you’re not with Mr. Gardner Senior’s team anymore. If you’re looking for a job, I can
offer you a position with another team focused on antique restoration. With your skills, you’d be
valued much more there than with Mr. Gardner Senior’s team.” Vera tempted her.