Chapter 189 Roadside Stall
Reflecting on his situation, I realized his family support was clearly lacking.
Such a significant financial burden could easily push someone as promising as Jace to desperation.
Finished
I promptly responded to his message, asking for his bank details so I could transfer the funds first thing in the morning.
Jace sent me a bank account number and mentioned he would provide an IOU the next day.
While I was busy with my phone, Shawn’s attention intermittently drifted over, eventually fixating on my phone lying on the table.
After we finished eating, Shawn took Yuna back to their villa. He asked if I wanted to join them. I declined, and though he did not press further, Yuna gave me a sad look as they left.
I turned away, unwilling to face her sorrowful expression.
The next morning, I transferred the money to Jace, hoping it would alleviate some of his burdens.
Later, Shawn summoned me to his office and presented a list on the desk.
It was a catalog of properties and businesses registered under his name, spread across various major cities.
“What’s this?” I inquired, scanning the document.
“These are your properties,” Shawn explained casually as he lit a cigarette. “I’ll transfer all these to your name within three days, and we’ll include this in the divorce settlement. The company shares will take a bit longer to process, but if you’re eager to finalize the divorce, we can sign the papers by the end of the month.”
“Thank you. The sooner, the better,” I responded. In many divorces, splitting assets is a contentious issue, but Shawn’s financial security made this process unusually straightforward for him.
For me, however, it represented a significant windfall.
Shawn exhaled a plume of smoke, his annoyance palpable as he flicked ashes from his cigarette. “Fine, I’ll arrange it as soon as possible.”
“The hotel …”
“Even if you continue working under me, we may not cross paths often,” Shawn said casually, implying he would not interfere in my daily affairs.
I paused, considering his statement. With the array of admirers, he would likely have post–divorce relationship. He indeed would not need to bother me.
“I’m not concerned about that,” I responded.
Shawn gave a small laugh. “Tiffany, I always saw you as gentle, yet you have such resolve. Once you decide on something, you’re immovable.”
His words caught me off guard.
There was a trace of self–mockery in Shawn’s expression. “I never thought you’d go through with the divorce. I was so sure of myself in our marriage.”
“Because you were always the favored one,” I quipped.
He nodded, acknowledging my point. “Yes, you surprised me, showing me that nothing is permanent, not even your deep love for me …”
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Chapter 189 Roadside Stall
Shawn seemed pensive. “You’re right, perhaps.”
“I have things to attend to, I should go,” I said, eager to end the conversation.
“Tiffany …” he called out as I reached the door.
I stopped and looked back at him.
Finished
Taking a deep breath, Shawn added, “If you find the time, could you look after Yuna occasionally? She needs a mother’s presence, which I can’t provide.”
“Quickly find a new partner,” I advised him calmly. “Let her look after Yuna. She won’t be alone then.”
Shawn’s face showed his frustration, but I did not linger, opening the door to leave.
As I stepped out, thinking of the property list Shawn had prepared, I felt a mix of relief and opportunity. The assets he was transferring to me would grow in value over time.
Content with more than I had anticipated, I did not feel the need to ask for more.
Later, Jace offered to take me out for lunch as a thank–you for the loan. Given the circumstances, I accepted.
I pulled up to the office area where Jace was waiting on the roadside.
“Ms. Mayfield, what would you like to eat?” he asked as soon as he got into the car.
“How about we grab something from a roadside stall? I haven’t done that in a while,” I suggested, thinking it would be easier on his wallet.
Jace paused for a moment, then laughed. “Ms. Mayfield, I’m not that broke. I can afford a decent meal.”
“Save your money for something more important,” I advised him gently. “Even though I’m Mrs. Hartwell now, I grew up in a pretty average family.”
Looking a bit unsure, Jace asked, “Do you know any good roadside stalls around here? I’m not familiar with this area.”
I directed him to a local spot I knew about. It was a simple place, bustling with construction workers at the end of their shifts. We managed to snag a table right by the entrance. Seeing the modest setting and the crowd, Jace seemed a bit uneasy.
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