Chapter 30 An Unknown Caller
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Jemima traced the rim of her glass with her fingertips, her gaze lifting toward the star–strewn sky, “People say that once revenge is served, you should feel happy. I should feel happy”
Tilting her head back, she downed the rest of her beer in one go, then let out a contented sigh. “Refreshing”
Amelia watched her quietly. In the glow of the night, her face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet there was a certain fragility to her laughter–one that made her chest tighten.
This marriage had drained her, both physically and emotionally. She had barely made it through to the end, just wanting to say goodbye on her own terms. And yet, even that simple wish, Julius refused to grant her.
She had been forced to the brink, left with no choice but to tear everything apart
“Jemma, in the future… do you think you’ll still believe in love?”
Amelia’s question was soft, hesitant–because deep down, she wasn’t sure if she still believed either.
Would a woman no matter how beautiful, intelligent, or extraordinary she was, always end up being disappointed? Always
end up getting hom:
Jemima cradled her wine glass, staring into the quiet night ahead. “Just because I got bitten by a dog doesn’t mean I should condemn all dogs in the world,” she murmured. “But… I’d be afraid. Every time one comes near me, I’d instinctively want to run the other way”
Amelia nodded in understanding. In the end, some things were just impossible to believe in anymore.
They finished their drinks, tipsy and lightheaded, before curling up beneath the blankets for a long conversation. They spoke about their pasts, their present, and what little they dared to hope for the future. There was laughter. There were tears. At some point, Jemima drifted off to sleep in Amelia’s arms.
Early morning, Jemima wheeled her suitcase into the living room, wrapped in a light trench coat.
Amelia stepped forward, giving her a reassuring hug. “Go on your trip with peace of mind. Leave everything here to me. By the time you come back, the divorce will be finalized, and you’ll never have to see him again.”
“Okay” Jemima nodded.
She had ultimately decided to go through with her original travel plans. It might seem selfish to leave everything to Amelia, but she needed this. No matter where she ended up in the world, she just needed to get away–at least for a little while.
Her flight was at eight in the morning.
Amelia had intended to take her to the airport, but just as they was about to leave, her phone rang. It was the police station. They informed her that Julius had been cleared of all suspicions and would be released in half an hour–after completing the necessary procedures.
Amelia exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Jemma, something urgent came up. You’ll have to take a cab to the airport yourself. Travel safe.”
She didn’t tell Jemima the real reason for her sudden change of plans. Instead, she gave her a gentle pat on the head, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door.
Even if she had to cling to his leg and cause a scene today, she would not let Julius walk free before eight o’clock.
Jemima wheeled her suitcase out of the building. As she waited at the entrance of the residential complex for her ride, her phone rang unexpectedly.
She glanced at the caller ID, a strange unease creeping up her spine. Some instinct warned her–she shouldn’t answer it.
At that moment, a silver–roofed Maybach glided out of the parking lot. As it passed her, it slowed to a smooth stop.
The driver’s window rolled down, revealing Louis‘ familiar, easygoing smile. “Ms. Willis, where are you headed?”
Chapter 30 An Unknown Coller
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“Perfect. We’re headed there too. It’s on the way”
Talready booked a car.”
“Then just cancel it.”
Before she could protest, Louis stepped out of the car, his smile widening Without another word, he grabbed her suitcase and loaded it into the trunk. If not for the luxury vehicle, any onlooker would have thought she was being robbed.
He then swung open the backseat door for her. “Come on, don’t be shy. It’s really no trouble”
Jemima hesitated. It felt odd having someone older than her open the car door like this, but refusing outright seemed rude. Finally, she sighed, murmured a quick thanks, and climbed inside.
The moment she did, she saw him. Scott was seated on the opposite side.
That day, he wasn’t dressed as formally as usual. Instead, he wore a light blue shirt, neatly pressed black trousers, and polished black leather shoes. He hadn’t bothered with a tie, but his cufflinks still gleamed under the morning light. The soft blue glow filtering through the car window made his features look even sharper–exuding a quiet, almost icy elegance.
“Good morning, Jemima greeted him casually, adjusting the hern of her trench coat.
The space between them already felt vast enough. But something told her–just a little more distance would bring her even greater peace of mind.
Scott gave her a slight nod. His expression remained unreadable, as if a king was merely acknowledging his subjects.
Jemima pressed her lips together.
All right then.
This gentle, humble demeanor he sometimes showed–it was just an act. Beneath the surface, he was aloof and proud. But given the kind of life he was born into, a little arrogance was to be expected. Still, she had to admit, his character wasn’t bad.
And after all, he had saved her life. That was enough for her to overlook all his other flaws.
The car started again, smoothly merging onto the main road. Jemima lowered her head, pulling out her phone. She canceled the ride she had booked earlier, accepting the small cancellation fee.
Her gaze then drifted to the driver’s contact number she had been given. She frowned. It wasn’t the same number as the one that called her.
