Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Anathea let out a breath and was just about to leave. As she lifted her head, she caught sight of Gregory at the end of the hallway, talking on the phone. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, asting a long, sharp–edged shadow of him on the floor.

She paused. Xander had said Gregory brought him here, so of course, he was at the hospital, too.

Gregory also looked in her direction. For a brief moment, their eye met. Anathea’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she could vaguely sense Gregory’s gaze sweeping over her.

He

le was, in fact, looking at her. She was wearing a pure white silk puse paired with a form–fitting, pale Lavender fishtail skirt. He’d picked this outfit. It was a relatively modest design. Ascarf covered her neck, and the skirt reached past her knees, concealing every mark he’d left on her.

Even so, her figure was undeniably striking. Though she’d lost weight, her curves reinained untouched. The soft, fitted fabric of her outfit traced the elegant lines of her body. Gregory’s eyes darked.

Seeing he had no intention of speaking to her, Anathea didn’t acknowledge him either. Gregory never acted close to her in public, anyway. She turned right and disappeared from his sight.

Gregory held his phone, his gaze narrowing slightly.

On the other end of the call, the lawyer, Edward Chandler, cautiously said, “Mr. Sinclair, the divorce agreement you reque has been drafted. When would you like to review it? I can bring it to you.”

Gregory remained silent.

“Mr. Sinclair?” Edward asked again, but Gregory simply hung up.

He pressed his fingers to the corner of his eye as he looked in the direction Anathea had left, pressing his lips together.

He had to admit that even though he didn’t love Anathea, there was something alluring about her soft body lying beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Five years. He’d possessed her for five years. He’d assumed The would’ve grown tired of her by now. But for some reason, he found himself wanting more.

Gregory frowned, displeased with himself for even having these thoughts about her. After all, Anathea was the person he despised most. He should have cut things off and gotten rid of her long ago.

However, when Edward had asked him about the divorce agreement just now, he’d actually hesitated.

His expression darkened further. Just then, a figure appeared in front of him. Gregory looked up, meeting the other person’s

eyes.

After a brief pause, he gave a slight nod. “Hello, Mrs. Jacobson.”

He’d never acknowledged his marriage to Anathea, so naturally, he wouldn’t call Fiona his mother–in–law.

But Fiona didn’t care about that. She had far more important things to care about

“Mr. Sinclair, what a coincidence to run into you here,” Fiona said with a smile, but there was a chill in her eyes.

She looked toward the slightly open door to Natalie’s ward. Inside, Kander and Natalie were laughing and playing together.

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