The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 900

Her simple words brought Dorian a sense of peace, even though no one could truly understand the bitterness in his heart.

Dorian didn't treat Leonie like a stranger; he laid out his entire story for her.

Leonie's jaw practically hit the floor in shock. People had always whispered that Dorian's background was mysterious and full of secrets, but she had never believed it. Now, hearing it straight from him, she was utterly speechless.

He was a capable, able-bodied guy. Why would he resort to doing that kind of work? Weren't there a million other jobs in the world?

Glancing over at Dorian in the passenger seat, Leonie swallowed the questions she wanted to ask. Everyone's circumstances were different. She couldn't judge his life from her pedestal of privilege.

For Dorian, he had no professional skills, just a pretty face. If he hadn't attached himself to the woman he mentioned, he probably wouldn't have survived his first few years in Greenvale.

"So, what are your plans now?"

For the first time, Dorian looked relieved. Leaving Felicia was a massive moral weight off his shoulders.

"I don't know yet. I need to find a place to crash first, and then I'll look for a job."

The future was entirely unknown. Dorian decided to drop his own baggage and turned to Leonie. "What about your guy? Have you two made up yet?"

Leonie scoffed.

"He is not my boyfriend. I've told you that a hundred times."

As for making up, Connor had a terrible temper. After she yelled at him, he stopped answering her calls and hadn't tried to reach out to her for a while.

Dorian smiled faintly. "Couples are supposed to fight and throw tantrums. It's part of being in love."

Before Felicia, Dorian had dated a girl he had pampered like absolute royalty. Her bratty temper was almost unbearable.

But that experience taught him exactly how to make women happy, which was precisely why Felicia had adored him so much.

"If you don't have anywhere to be, we can keep hanging out today."

Leonie could tell Dorian was feeling down, and she had plenty of free time.

To her surprise, Dorian declined.

"I want to go see an old friend. He's the director at the theater company. I just got off the phone with him."

Dorian casually placed a cigarette between his lips. Leonie looked at him in surprise.

"You like theater?"

Dorian took a drag, slowly blowing the smoke up toward the roof of the car.

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