Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 218

Anathea’s job was to play the role of Gregory’s wife. Everything else had nothing to do with her. If it had been before, she might have felt sad about it. But now, she was perfectly calm.

Anathea put away her phone and headed for the elevator.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared around the hallway corner. Anthea halted her steps for a moment.

“Ana?” Thomas sounded surprised.

Anathea was a bit surprised as well. “Tom? What are you doing here?”

She hadn’t expected to run into Thomas here.

The last time they saw each other, he’d helped fix her broken–down car and taken her home, which had ended on a sour note.

Thinking of that, Anathea immediately felt awkward.

On the other hand, Thomas seemed much more at ease as he smiled.

“I signed up for a flower arrangement class recently, so I come here on weekday afternoons to learn.”

Anathea glanced at the flower arrangement tools in his hand, nodding.

“Are you heading out?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“Let me walk you out, then. I left something in my car; I’m going to get it.”

Anathea hesitated for a moment. But seeing how naturally Thomas acted, as though he’d already moved past what happened before, she figured it might make things more awkward if she kept holding onto it.

Giving a small nod, she entered the elevator with Thomas to head down.

“It’s been over a month. You look a lot better,” Thomas said, glancing at her with a slight lift of his brows.

Really? Anathea looked at her reflection in the elevator wall. Maybe a little. But she said nothing, only smiling faintly in return.

The elevator descended slowly, and silence settled between them.

“By the way, your car’s all fixed, Ana. It’s still at my friend’s place. If you have time, you should go pick it up,” Thomas uttered, breaking the silence.

Anathea blinked, She’d completely forgotten her car was still there

“Thanks for the reminder. I’ll get it tomorrow,” Anathea responded, sounding polite and distant.

The silence returned as the elevator numbers ticked lower.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me,” Thomas remarked after a while, as if he’d worked up the nerve to say it.

There was a look in his eyes that Anathea couldn’t quite decipher. “At least not when we’re the only ones here.”

Anathea froze. Was it her imagination, or had she just sensed something from Thomas?

Thomas met her eyes directly, clearly intending to say something more. “Ana, I actually—”

Before he could finish, the elevator doors slid open.

Standing outside was the tall and imposing Gregory.

The moment Anathea saw him, the smile on her face faded. The second Gregory saw her and Thomas standing together, his face

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