He hoarsely said, "Let''s head home."
The driver obediently headed towards Ryan''s house.
Then came the three words from behind, "Go to Moon Lake Bay."
The driver hesitated for a moment.
He nced at Ryan''s expression in the rearview mirror, then turned the car around at the intersection.
The rain continued to fall, pounding on the car body, but Ryan felt as if it was still pelting down on him.
Bit by bit, it extinguished the inherent pride and nobility that was deeply ingrained in him.
The car stopped in the courtyard of the Moon Lake Bay vi. Before the driver could open an umbre, Ryan had already ignored the rain and stepped out of the car. Entering this vi again, entering the home he shared with Charlotte.
He felt a disorienting sense of being lost in time.
As if, just yesterday, aftering back from drinking at a social event, Charlotte would still be there, weing him the moment she heard the noise, helping him to the sofa. Carefully making him a hangover soup.
"Young Master, are you not going back to the old residence tonight?"
Brenda heard themotion and came out of the bedroom. With a snap, the lights were on.
Ryan squinted against the brightness. "Hmm."
"Oh my goodness, you''re drenched! Go upstairs and take a hot shower. It''s the hardest to recover from a summer cold!"
Brenda was an old servant in the Frost family. In front of Ryan, she was both a servant and a half-hearted elder who cared for him, urging him to go upstairs and change. Ryan didn''t say much. After a slight nod, he went upstairs alone, sitting down on the sofa by the window and lighting a cigarette.
Nothing had changed.
She was gone, he was gone, only Brenda remained here.
Guarding the traces left by three years of marriage.
Charlotte could no longer face it.
And he, feeling both guilty and reluctant, didn''t dare to face it anymore. After a long time, someone knocked on the bedroom door. It was Brenda.
After receiving permission, Brenda entered, cing a bowl of hangover soup on the table. "You must have had another social event tonight, right? This is a recipe I learned from I the Ms Wilson. She adjusted the proportions several times, and this is the best one for you. Remember to drink it before going to bed, so you won''t have a headache tomorrow."
Ryan curved his lips, almost unable to make a sound, "Okay."
"Mr. Frost..." Seeing his dejected appearance, Brenda couldn''t help but ask, "Is something wrong?"
Mr. William was gone.
I was gone.
Now, Ryan no longer had anyone that cared about him.
Ryan smiled faintly. "Brenda, was I... very bad to her?"
Brenda was taken aback, then shook her head gently. "How could that be? You were always very good to Ms. Wilson."
In public, he gave her dignity.
Behind the scenes, he provided materialfort.
But Brenda felt helpless and sympathized with them, "It''s just that... something was missing."
Ryan lifted his eyes. "What''s missing?"
"Love."
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dynamic firsthand and sighed. "Ryan, the marriage you gave Charlotte maybe with another girl, you both could have had a
longsting, loving rtionship, but Charlotte couldn''t."
"She was only after you, your feelings. So, it was normal for her to leave."
After Brenda left, Ryan sat stiffly on the sofa, as if lost in thought.
The cigarette burned down to the end, the long ash tinged with a hint of red fell onto his skin, and he seemed to feel nothing.
In the noisy, rainy night, his face was pale, his eyes red and fragmented.
''She really... doesn''t want to be with me anymore?'' he wondered.
Previously, whether she moved out or brought up divorce, he had never felt this stark sense of abandonment.
He always thought she woulde back one day.
Instead, he found out she was with someone else.
Ryan rubbed his face, seemingly
unable to ept this reality, and
picked up his phone, dialing a
familiar number. The owner of the
number was me.
On the other end of the line, the ringtone didn''tst long. She answered quickly, her voice light and rxed. "Hello, Mr. Frost?"