Chapter 117
Trey stepped into Khloe’s room, and memories of the past came flooding back.
Not long after their marriage, Fox Group had landed several critical projects. Khloe had thrown herself into work so completely that she even noticed Trey’s unease and voluntarily gave up their honeymoon.
Later, she would often stay up late alone to negotiate deals. To avoid disturbing him, she moved into the side bedroom, sleeping apart.
Trey slowly sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand over the neatly made sheets.
The bedding was simple and elegant. He didn’t know the brand, but he recalled the servants saying that every item in the house-big or small-had been personally selected by Khloe whenever she could find the time. Every single decoration in his room bore her touch.
When he looked up, it was as if she were standing there before him, her face radiant with a smile. Her eyes had always been pure and bright, revealing no weakness no matter how difficult the situation. Her presence alone had always been enough to make him feel safe.
“Madam?”
Trey’s reverie was broken as a servant pushed open the door. Normally, the bedroom remained dark, and she had thought Khloe had returned. Seeing Trey instead, the servant’s face flickered with surprise.
“How long has Madam been gone?” Trey asked softly as he rose, continuing to pace the room.
He opened every cabinet in the room as if unconsciously searching for traces of her presence, his attention to detail and patience unusually meticulous.
“Madam moved out a month ago,” the servant replied.
A month?
It had been a whole month since she left. And yet, in his mind, it felt as though their quarrel had just happened yesterday.
“Do you know where she went?” he asked.
“Madam didn’t say. She left in a hurry and didn’t take many things with her.”
Trey knew the question was unnecessary. As the servant spoke, he opened a drawer to find it neatly arranged with small gifts and letters-tokens from the time he had courted Khloe in university.
Back then, his family was strict, and he had little pocket money, most of which went to Angela. The most expensive gift he had ever given Khloe was a hairpin worth a few hundred dollars; the rest were delicate little presents worth less than a hundred dollars.
Yet from their very first meeting until now, she had kept everything he had ever given her.
Even the letters he had written impulsively, trying to be romantic, had been preserved with care. Sometimes, he had copied a poem she liked just to show thoughtfulness, and she had treasured it all this time. Even the envelopes remained pristine.
A heavy weight suddenly settled in Trey’s chest, pressing down so hard it was difficult to breathe.
“Sir… Madam treasures everything in this drawer. She never lets us touch it,” the servant added, seeing the expression on his face.
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