The Sun Sets on Love novel Chapter 5

The bedroom floor was a mess.

After taking her allergy medicine, Estella gathered her things and moved into the guest room.

As she passed by the shattered glass on the floor, she paused, then bent down to pick up a photo. It was the only picture she and Jenson had together—the last one, too.

The last time she'd come across it when she'd been packing, she hadn't decided what to do with it yet. It seemed like Emily had made the choice for her.

Estella's lips curled into a faint smirk. She tore the picture into pieces and tossed them into the trash.

That night, Jenson didn't come home.

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The next day at 5:00 am, Estella was woken up by noises from the kitchen.

Still groggy, she walked out to find Jenson cooking. When he saw her, a flicker of guilt crossed his face.

"Did I wake you? Emily didn't eat much last night, so I'm making her some seafood congee. You should have a bowl too."

Estella stared at the pot of simmering congee. Even after all these years apart, Jenson still remembered Emily's likes and dislikes down to the smallest details.

Meanwhile, she'd lived with him for six years. Just yesterday, she'd reminded him about her severe seafood allergy. Yet, he hadn't even registered it.

In fact, she hadn't even known he could cook until last night.

Sometimes, the difference between love and indifference was painfully clear.

"I'm not hungry," Estella said flatly. "No need to save any for me."

With that, she turned to head back to her room.

Suddenly, Jenson spoke up. "Estie, about last night... I was just panicked when I saw Emily hurt. I said some things I didn't mean. Don't take it to heart, okay?"

Estella nodded calmly. "I understand. It was an emergency. I don't blame you."

Jenson hadn't expected her to let it go so easily. As he watched her lowered gaze, a pang of guilt twisted inside him.