In the picture, he reached out to straighten Clara's temples, his eyes so gentle that they almost overflowed.
The reporters' flash lights flashed continuously, and countless people in the background were amazed.
Anna Collins, who was standing in front of the screen, almost dropped the shopping bag in his hand.
She had never received such a look in three years.
Not even for a second.
That night, Ethan Grant came home early, which was rare.
Clara was curled up on the sofa reading a magazine. He sat on one side, his brows relaxed and his expression unusually gentle.
When Anna Collins brought out the soup from the kitchen, he heard Clara's coquettish tone:
"Tokoyami, do you remember? Whenever I was sick, you stayed by my side until dawn."
Ethan Grant was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Of course I remember."
Anna Collins's wrist shook and he almost knocked over the bowl of soup.
The scorching heat hit her face, but she only felt cold.
It turned out that he had never been with her during the late nights she had endured;
But he is willing to stay up all night to help others with a minor illness.
It was late at night and the only sound in the house was her footsteps.
Anna Collins sat at the desk and spread out the divorce agreement that had been prepared long ago.
The paper was white and covered with dust.
She picked up the pen and slowly signed her name on it.
The tears finally fell at this moment, but silently, hitting the paper and spreading a small stain of ink.
She murmured softly:
" Ethan Grant , I've helped you hold this position for three years. Now, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."
She placed the divorce papers neatly in his desk drawer.
His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.
The moment she closed the drawer, she suddenly felt relieved.
It was like a long dream that finally came to an end.
Anna Collins sent a message to Ethan Grant .
"The document you're asking about is in the drawer. If you want to know what it is, just open it."
It was not until half an hour later that Ethan Grant finally replied.
"No, you asked me to sign something that would not harm me."
This is what it means not to be able to see.
Yes, he was in a hurry to have dinner with Clara , so how could he have time to go and see it?
The raindrops hit the window pane, rapid and dense, like an endless interrogation.
The living room was eerily quiet, with only the flickering light from the cell phone screen, making Anna Collins 's face look pale.
She leaned back on the sofa, deleting the updates one by one with her fingertips.
Photos posted after the wedding, the dinners they prepared with great care, photos of them attending parties together...
These records, which she once regarded as proof of her happiness, have now become glaring jokes.
When the words "Deleted successfully" popped up, her heart felt like a piece was torn out.
At this moment, a new notification suddenly popped up on the screen.
Clara : New Developments
Anna Collins raised his eyelids and nodded almost subconsciously.
A nine-grid photo comes into view: yachts, champagne, hair blown by the sea breeze, the atmosphere is so exquisite that it looks like a set of advertising blockbusters.
In one of the photos, a man's hand appeared in the corner.
She could clearly recognize the familiar watch, the slender knuckles, and even the scattered sunlight falling on the back of her hand.
Her heart tightened, and before she could close it, a new dialog box popped up.
[ Clara : Anna , does this hand look familiar?]
An ambiguous smiley face emoticon was attached at the end.
Anna Collins stared at the line of words. There was no anger in his eyes, only an indescribable coldness.
After a few seconds, her fingertips slowly dropped and typed out three words:
It looks pretty good.
As soon as the message was sent, she exited the dialog box and slammed the phone on the coffee table.
