Chapter 294


    After blocking and deleting, Cedric chucked his phone across the room.


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    Bernard, who had just walked in from outside the mansion, spotted the phone on the floor and furrowed


    his brows.


    “You’re back?” Cedric asked.


    Cedric stood up from the couch, noticing Bernard soaked from head to toe, his face filled with worry,


    “Why are you all wet?”


    Bernard didn’t respond, instead he took off his suit jacket and grabbed a towel from a servant.


    As he slowly dried his hair, he asked Cedric, “What are you doing in my house?”


    Cedric let out a sigh, answering somewhat unenthusiastically, “It’s the weekend, I was bored so I came


    over for a drink.”


    Bernard shot him a cold nce, “If you’re bored, go to Africa and take over Matthew’s work.”


    The mention of Africa made Cedric’s heart flutter, “Matthew’s tough as nails and doesn’t mind the sun,


    but I can’t handle it. My face is my moneymaker, you can’t send me on a suicide mission…”


    In reality, he just didn’t like the local cuisine in Africa, and the work there was too much. Every time


    Matthew returned, he seemed to have lost a chunk of hair. Cedric didn’t want to go bald.


    Bernard didn’t have the energy to argue with him, finishing drying his hair and heading straight for the


    bathroom.


    Looking at Bernard’s solitary figure, Cedric felt both relief and helplessness


    For years, his brother Bernard had been in a constant state of mncholy, he had never seen him


    smile. He didn’t know when Bernard would finally forget


    that woman.


    His gaze returned to the phone on the floor, just as a call from an unknown number came in.


    Cedric snorted, it was probably Hailey, realizing he had deleted her, she couldn’t help but call to


    confront him.


    Hezily picked up the phone just as the call was about to end, “Hailey, you…


    Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off, “Sir, are you interested in buying a house?”


    Cedric was speechless.


    Who the hell leaked his number? Why were telemarketers calling him?


    And why didn’t these realtors check who they were calling before they called? Did they really think he,


    Cedric, needed to buy a house?


    Annoyed, Cedric hung up the phone, walked over to the liquor cab, poured himself a ss of red


    wine and downed it.


    After a few drinks, he was still feeling irritable. He picked up his phone, sent a message in his buddies‘


    WhatsApp group, and left the mansion for the nightclub.


    Bernard, fresh out of the shower, noticed Cedric was gone and frowned. He then headed to the second


    floor study.


    Sitting at his desk, he flipped open hisptop to look over some new financial reports. His eyes


    uncontrobly drifted towards the drawer next to him. After a few seconds, he reached out, opened the


    drawer, and removed a golden–bronze mask.


    As his fingers touched the mask, a memory from three years ago shed through his mind. As Mr. Law,


    he was entwined in a passionate embrace with her on the bed.


    Just the thinking about that scene brought back the carefully suppressed pain, flooding him like a


    deluge. It was unbearable.


    He put down the mask, propped his forehead with one hand, his eyes shut tight. He tried to forget


    about the past, but her image filled his mind.


    Her face, etched into his heart, had invaded every cell of his body. The longing was uncontroble.


    He impulsively took out his personal phone, scrolled through the text messages, thousands of them, all


    unanswered as if they had sunk into the ocean.


    He knew she no longer used that number, and that she wouldn’t respond or receive his messages, but


    he habitually texted her.


    He poured out all the fantasies buried deep in his heart into these texts, just like he used to.


    Even though he knew he would never get a response, it was the only way he could vent his longing.