Chapter 107 Let Nature Take Its Course
I looked at him like he was an idiot. Since when did Shan enjoy wring poetic about relationshiper
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He shifted his gaze to the window, his voice dropping a few tones, slow and steady. “There are two important things in life- funding the right career and finding the right partner, When the sun rises, you throw yourself into your work. But when it sets, you should go home and hold the one you love. A sense of value and a sense of belonging–both are important. One affirms you, the other loves you.”
I stared at him, eyes wide.
This… this didn’t sound like the Shawn I knew. Since when did he have the time or the depth to ponder such lofty ideals?
Could it be… he transmigrated too?
But then again, in my previous life, he didn’t die. After I died, he was probably busy throwing Queena the lavish wedding she always wanted. Yuna would be by her side, squealing with joy, calling Queena “Mommy” in front of everyone.
My death had cleared the way for their happiness,
Just thinking about it made a cold wave crawl over me–palms, soles, everything chilled to the bone.
I didn’t care why this version of Shawn suddenly had all these sentimental thoughts about going home and embracing at lover. He must’ve lost his mind.
“What do you think?” Shawn asked when I didn’t respond, even turning to look at me deliberately,
I smiled enigmatically. “You know, the forest never swears loyalty to the seasons. It says, ‘Let nature take its course.”
He furrowed his brows, clearly puzzled.
“Speak human language,” he said. He was typical Shawn–always domineering.
“Let love and hate come as they will. No need to overanalyze,” I smiled as I replied.
His pupils trembled slightly. These past few days, it seemed like he’d been testing how I felt about him–I could sense it. Not long ago, his whole self, even his heart, was still out there somewhere. But ever since I came back and started changing, it’s like our foot of his has stepped back into this home.
But men–they always want it all. It’s in their nature.
Queena was attractive, warm, and proactive. She was fully devoted to helping Shawn build his career and expand the company She was his most trusted blade–he wouldn’t cast her aside.
And me—I was the wife he married through proper channels. If we didn’t have a child between us, I believe Shawn would’ve divorced me long ago, calmly and without guilt. He could afford to pay for my lost youth. The only reason he hadn’t abandoned me was because I gave him a daughter.
I admit, Shawn never took things too far. Deep down, he still had a conscience. Maybe, in my past life, that tiny shred of conscience was what I fell for, what I gambled everything on. He was gentle and refined, graceful and poised–as long as he didn’t harden his heart, I bet he wouldn’t go through with a divorce.
I didn’t hate him. I hated myself more. When it comes to love, the worst thing one can do is drag things out–and I broke that qule completely. I not only dragged him along–1 dragged out my own life. How unbearably heavy it was.
I was the one who couldn’t let him go, and in turn, couldn’t let myself go. The root of everything wrong was my stubbornness -my delusion.
No, I couldn’t go on like this. I should set a goal for myself.
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Shawn was smart. He got it. He must have got it.
The silence in the car was suffocating, like death itself.
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My heart started beating faster–maybe because I wasn’t following the plan I’d set for myself. Melanie told me to win his heart back first, carn his sympathy, and then, at the peak of his emotional vulnerability, ask for a divorce and walk away with more money.
But me? My damn mouth just couldn’t back down.
What if Shawn really sees through me, then calmly divorces me and gives me some compensation for my youth?
Whatever. Why overthink it? The world still spins without him.
Thinking of the way Shawn looked at me today… I thought I knew what my next move should be.
Having a quality relationship while single certainly doesn’t count as being fickle.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I thought Shawn wouldn’t talk to me anymore. As I was getting out of the car, a little boy on a bike suddenly darted past. Before I could react, a large hand quickly pulled me back. “Careful.”
By the time I realized what had happened, I was pressed tightly against Shawn’s chest. He looked down and scolded me, “What were you spacing out about this time?”
My heart started racing–not because he was holding me, but because I’d almost daydreamed about stripping down with
Shawn
I was not sure if my face turned red, but Shawn stared at it for two seconds before letting go.
What I wore today was pretty businesslike. In my past life, I never tried this kind of outfit because I never worked and thought dressing too formally would feel awkward.
Now I realize that when you’ve got the figure and the face, business attire becomes a woman’s armor. It boosts your presence and your confidence–and of course… men love to look.
