Chapter 24
Damn.. had he taken the wrong medicine today? Coming home for dinner without a word, and now running upstairs to inspect the with its elemet e
“Clothes and shoes went to dry cleaning, bags and jewelry for maintenance.” I tried to make my voice sound natural.
“So many, all of them?” He stared at me, as if searching for flaws.
“Yeah, is that not okay?” I shrugged. “I’m free anyway, so I decided to organize the house. Those clothes and shoes, worn and unworn, were all mixed up, so I just sent them all to dry cleaning. Bags and jewelry need maintenance after being used for so long the diamonds aren’t shiny anymore, and the edges are worn. I figured I’d handle everything at once while I had time.”
I spoke matter–of–factly, seemingly without any deception.
He was stunned for a few seconds, apparently believing me.
Indeed, I’d been home organizing things upstairs and downstairs almost every day recently. If he thought about it carefully, it wasn’t hard to rationalize.
“There’s no need to rush. You’re not moving out in the next few days – you can organize slowly later.”
“But I’m going traveling.” My tone was light. “I’ll be leaving in a few days. Before I go, I want to clean the house thoroughly.”
The words sounded perfectly normal, but his expression gradually became ugly.
His eyes fell on the dark blue bag on the sofa, and he reached for it: “This… is for me-”
“No!” I instinctively shouted, leaning over to stop him.
Neither of us finished speaking, but we both fell silent instantly.
Rowan’s face was cold as frost.
I snapped back to reality and quickly added: “It’s for my dad.”
“Clear disappointment appeared in his eyes. “You bought for your dad but didn’t think to buy one for your husband?”
I looked at him coolly. “You lack suits?”
Ha, Moira Askenford’s room probably has more suits piled up than your house.
He choked, unable to respond.
I was too lazy to deal with him anymore. I grabbed the bag from the sofa, put on my slippers, and ran straight upstairs.
The moment I closed the door, I let out a long sigh of relief.
After a while, I heard a car starting downstairs.
He was gone.
The next day was Sunday, and the weather was ridiculously clear.
I went to the werewolf high school where Rowan and I had studied.
There were no classes, but I could still encounter one or two kids in school uniforms.
I wandered aimlessly around campus, as if returning to many years ago, to those days when I walked through classrooms, tree–lined paths, and
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playgrounds with him.
Finally. I reached the bamboo grove by the artificial lake.
In that corner where we used to meet, I pushed aside fallen leaves and dug up the small metal box we’d buried together years ago.
It was one night before the college entrance exam when he suddenly pulled me here. In the pitch darkness, we used phone flashlights and wrote on paper resting on our knees.
He said: “Twenty years from now, let’s come dig this up together.”
That faint light reflected in his eyes was brighter than the stars.
I smiled, a smile of release.
I took out the capsule that belonged to me from the box.
Goodbye, Rowan.
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