Chapter 7
“Two! I choose two!”
Griffin was breathing heavily, giving me an ingratiating smile. “Babe, don’t leave me. I’ll agree to anything.”
I turned to look at Juniper’s pale face outside the glass wall and smiled lightly.
You heard the answer. So, Miss Wilde, expect to receive a court summons.”
Behind me came Juniper’s broken questioning. “Mr. Caldwell, I didn’t do anything! It was just an accident–you can’t let me go to prison!”
Griffin followed behind me, dodging Juniper’s attempt to rush at him, remaining silent.
Marcus had security escort her away, saying politely, “Miss Wilde, save those words for Ms. Whitmore’s attorney.”
Returning to the villa I hadn’t seen in so long, I felt like I was in another lifetime.
The moment I pushed open the door, confetti rained down from above.
‘Babe, welcome home.”
‘For three years, I’ve fantasized every day about you opening your eyes and seeing our house again. Everything here is exactly the
same as before, waiting for us to come back.”
Griffin opened his arms to me.
I calmly removed the confetti from my hair, avoiding his embrace, and said flatly.
‘I’m tired. I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Don’t disturb me.”
Griffin’s outstretched arms froze mid–air before dropping helplessly.
He came around to face me again, holding up something in his hands, kneeling on one knee before me.
Babe, I know you’re still mad at me. Those were all accidents. Taking you bungee jumping was just because I was so desperate for you to recover–I was grasping at straws. My feelings for Juniper were just responsibility. As her employer, I couldn’t let her die
because of me. But if anything had happened to you, I would have followed you without hesitation.”
You can be angry and resent me, but I’ll make you forgive me and fall in love with me again.”
Only then did I see clearly that what he was holding up was my wedding ring that I’d worn for six years.
When I was bedridden and couldn’t move, Griffin had removed it to prevent swelling.
And only now did I remember it.
t just goes to show that even seemingly important things become easy to get used to being without once you’re forced to discard them,
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Chapter 7
I looked at Griffin’s sincere expression and curved my lips.
“Oh? Follow me without hesitation? Then I’ve been missing and possibly dead for a month–how are you still alive?”
With that, I couldn’t be bothered to watch more of Griffin’s nauseating clichés and left directly.
Griffin had been stripped of his position. So in the following days, he spent every day at home hovering around the kitchen.
No matter when I came home, Griffin could always serve up piping hot meals.
If I took even one extra bite on any given day, he’d laugh out loud.
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