Chapter 183 More Pitiful Than Him
“They’re quite the pair, Mr. Hartwell and Ms. Tackman.”
“Okay, enough of that.”
The footsteps receded, and I exited the restroom stall.
Queena had a miscarriage
Does this mean she’s now free to return to work without any complications?
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Last time, Queena showed me her approach; she uses relationships strategically, not letting herself get too attached, although it is clear she has some feelings for Shawn. Her intentions might not align with her actions.
Previously, Susanna was not in her favor. Now, armed with the support of both Susannia and Yuna, Queena could easily sway Shawn if she returned. A bit of maneuvering, and he might be completely enchanted by her.
I thought to myself. Perhaps I shouldn’t wait another five months for the divorce. Shawn might present the divorce papers sooner than expected.
After a meeting in a small conference room with the hotel management, I needed Shawn’s signature on an urgent document. I headed towards his office to find him.
However, he was not there. Upon inquiry, I learned he had gone to his usual smoking spot on the left side of the building
This was a place where Shawn often retreated for a smoke, a spot where few would bother him.
As I neared. I overheard Shawn talking
“Even though the child is gone, you still need to take care of yourself. Don’t rush back to work.
“There’s no need for you to return here, heading to your family’s business might be better for your career.
“Amy might not have your expertise, but she manages well enough. We won’t face any big problems.
“When are Susanna and Yuna coming back? Do you know?
Thanks for everything you’ve done recently. I’ll make sure to get you a thank–you gift.”
Hearing this, I paused, then silently retraced my steps, turned around, and left quietly.
It was not until Shawn finished his call and returned to the office that I went to see
him agai
He was visibly annoyed, flipping through documents.
As I entered, he glanced up. “Is the meeting over?”
I walked over, catching the scent of smoke on him–he must have been smoking heavily.
Shawn barely glanced at the document before scribbling his signature and handing it back. “Yuna will be back tomorrow afternoon. Let’s have dinner together, okay?“.
Hooked at him, my expression unreadable, and quietly declined. “No, you should have dinner with her.”
“Tiffany. I get that you’re upset with me, but why are you distancing yourself from Yuna?” he asked, his displeasure evident.
1 paused before answering, “When she expressed a preference for someone else as her mother, I realized my role was over.”
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Shawn seemed to think I was being harsh. “She’s your daughter. Can you really just ignore her?”
“What good does it do if I can’t? Does it change anything?” I challenged
“If you renounce even being her mother, don’t you see that as a failure?” he shot back
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I paused, taken aback by his harshness. After a moment, I responded, “What defines failure? Divorce or letting go isn’t failing. It’s about discarding what no longer works–it’s prudent.”
“Where do you get these ideas? You weren’t like this before,” Shawn raised his voice, visibly upset.
Watching him agitated by my change, it was clear he disliked losing control. “Shawn, I’ve learned that cutting losses is far better than clinging to a failing marriage.”
My words seemed to drain the color from his face.
He appeared to drain of all his energy, sitting upright before suddenly reclining against the chair back.
His fingers, fueled by
rising anger, quickly tapped on the desk. “All right, very well. You’re nearly persuading me.”
Seeing Shawn so enraged, I was reminded of my past self–more pitiful than him, unable to even express my distress, just silently observing his affection for another.
I walked away, hearing the sounds of Shawn angrily tossing things around behind me.
I scoffed–couldn’t he manage his emotions better? Clearly, his emotional stability was lacking.
From overhearing Shawn’s conversation with Queena, I deduced that they had stayed in touch during her resignation and subsequent move to Andorwood.
Even for Susanna and Yuna’s return to the country, Shawn relied on Queena for confirmation. This indicated that Queena had arranged their travel, even going so far as to accompany them to the airport.
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Chapter 184 Don’t Behave Like a Scoundrel
Shawn mentioned he wanted to give her a gift as a token of his gratitude. Could he be planning to gift himself?
Let him go ahead and foolishly do that.
I recalled how Shawn had once promised my parents that he would cut off all contact with Queena.
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I smacked my forehead in frustration. Why hadn’t I thought to record their conversation when I was eavesdropping earlier?
Such a recording would have served as solid proof of their ongoing affair.
I need to stay focused. Just because Queena is not pregnant with his child does not mean there hasn’t been anything between them
The following day was Saturday, and though it was a weekend, I still had work. Some team members came in to handle extra duties, while interns like Jace had the day off
Yet. Jace showed up early that morning.
“Ms. Mayfield, have you had breakfast yet? I brought some bread for you,” he said as he set the bread beside me.
The aroma was enticingly milky. “Where did you get this? It smells wonderful.”
Jace leaned in and whispered, “I made it myself.”
I stared at him in astonishment. I knew a bit about baking myself, catering to Yuna’s picky tastes, but I had not mastered it to
this extent.
“That’s
‘s impressive. You’re so young, yet you bake like a pro,” I remarked.
Jace blushed slightly. “Please, try it and let me know what you think.”
I sampled the bread, finding it soft, sweet, and pleasingly delicious. Nodding at Jace, I complimented, “This is really good.”
A smile briefly lit up Jace’s face, but he was soon called away for chores by someone at the hotel.
By midday, Shawn paid me a visit.
Considering our heated argument the day before, I assumed our relationship had cooled significantly.
When Shawn arrived, his demeanor was somber, but he did not disregard me. Pushing the door open, he eyed the bread on my desk and suggested, “Let’s go out for lunch.”
I’m not hungry. This bread is sufficient,” I responded, noting how Shawn had recently been more eager to share meals than during our entire marriage.
“Eating these aren’t healthy; you should have a proper meal, Shawn countered, his brow creased with concern.
I smiled lightly. “Thanks for worrying, but I’m trying to cut down on calories, so this will suffice.”
Shawn appeared both irritated and frustrated when I declined his invitation.
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not divorced yet. After all these years, shouldn’t there still be some affection?” he argued, seemingly upset by what he perceived as my lack of warmth and appreciation.
I calmly replied, “I’m really not hungry, why insist?
“You’re doing this on purpose.” Shawn said, his eyes tinged red, likely from sleeplessness.
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