you up. I hope I didn’t do the wrong thing with good intentions?”
Mark’s expression softened.
Looking at Olivia’s anxious expression, he smiled indulgently.
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Seeing Olivia’s challenging glance at me from a hidden angle, and Mark’s tacit approval, I felt no ripples at all, just nodded faintly, my attitude cold and distant.
Perhaps accustomed to my previous hysterical shouting and arguing, this silence now made Mark uncomfortable.
He rarely pulled his arm out of Olivia’s embrace, explaining in a gentle tone: “Rachel, we’re just entertaining. Everyone here is a client or employee.”
I handed him the pure milk I had grabbed on my way out:
“I know.”
Perhaps my arrival had ruined the atmosphere, and everyone soon left in twos and threes.
After carefully arranging for Olivia to take a taxi and giving her numerous instructions, Mark finally got into the car, sitting in the passenger
seat.
I silently started the car, while he dozed off in the passenger seat.
Neither of us spoke.
When I parked the car in the underground garage, I got out first and walked towards the elevator.
As I reached the corner, Mark suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms.
The next second, a car sped past me.
For a moment, my heart raced.
“Can’t you watch where you’re going? What if you got hurt?”
Mark’s tone was urgent as he held my hand tightly, keeping me on the inside of the path.
Scenes from our honeymoon phase suddenly flashed before my eyes. He used to hold me like this, protecting me.
But at some point, such gestures had disappeared. I had even forgotten that I was once cherished like this.
Fortunately, the elevator wasn’t far. As he pressed the floor button, I discreetly pulled my hand back.
Mark glanced at me, seeming to want to say something, but ultimately made no further move.
But the next morning, he surprisingly offered to drive me to work.
“I’ll take you.”
I yawned and agreed.
I hadn’t slept well last night, drifting in and out of sleep, so it was a good chance to catch up on some rest.
However, as soon as I opened the car door, I saw glittering decorations, cute stickers, and pink car ornaments and figurines.
There was even a custom pillow on the passenger seat with a photo of Mark and Olivia making heart shapes together.
This was a blatant declaration of ownership.
“I never thought the car of a tough CEO would one day have such girly elements.”
11:38 AM
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The sarcasm in my words made Mark’s face flash with embarrassment: “Olivia is just a young girl, let her be, don’t fuss over it too much.”
I pointed at the pillow: “Is she a young girl who takes couple photos with you?”
But what I really wanted to ask about was the photo of them holding hands over a candlelit dinner that Mark had posted on social media the day we applied for divorce.
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I still remembered the caption: Two people in one house, three meals for four seasons, for the rest of our lives, you and I are each other’s only one.
