The Sun Sets on Love novel Chapter 3

Jenson's gaze lingered on the cleared dresser for a long time.

Estella swallowed the refusal on the tip of her tongue. She just wanted to leave quietly, without unnecessary complications.

So, she said evenly, "Get some rest. We have the photoshoot tomorrow, don't we?"

Seeing nothing unusual in her expression, Jenson didn't think much of it.

That night, they lay back-to-back, each lost in their own thoughts.

The next morning, as they were leaving, Estella struggled to drag a heavy trash bag downstairs.

Jenson took it from her without hesitation and asked, "Why is it so heavy? What's in here?"

As he spoke, he reached out to tug the bag open to check what was inside.

Instinctively, Estella pressed his arm down. "Just a bunch of useless stuff."

Right then, the elevator arrived on their floor. The moment passed, and Jenson lost interest. He tossed the bag into the dumpster without a second thought.

Watching it disappear, Estella felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

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At the studio, the staff led them to pick outfits for the shoot.

Rows of wedding gowns lined the racks. Just as Estella was about to ask if there were other options, Jenson suddenly stopped in front of one.

"Try this one, Estie. Didn't you say you liked this style?"

Estella blinked at the gown—a regal, vintage-style wedding dress.

Half a month ago, she'd sent Jenson a picture of a similar design. If this had happened before she'd found out about Emily, she would've been overwhelmed with emotion, touched that he remembered.

But now, she felt nothing.

She couldn't be bothered to pick something else, so she went along with it.