When you were with him, you had to learn to ease the atmosphere. He was not a man who talked too much. I f you both did not talk, the atmosphere would be extremely awkward.
Kingsley smiled and said, "Okay."
When Sherman paid the bill, she seemingly thought of something. She said to the waiter, "Give me a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a bowl of vegetable soup, please. Put them in a heat preservation box."
Lee was still waiting in the car. Kingsley wanted to send Sherman home, and she didn't refuse.
Sitting in the car, Sherman handed the box to Lee. "I bought a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a bowl of vegetable soup. I don't know which kind you like, but I think you can eat two bowls of soup up."
Lee was stunned and did not reach out to take it. He had to admit that he was moved.
Kingsley's eyes became deep in an instant. He said," Take it."
"Thank you, Ms. Holmes." Lee smiled and took the box.
"You're welcome. They’re still hot at this moment. You can eat them in the car." In the end, she seemed to think of something and turned to look at Kingsley. "I'll open the window. There won't be any smell in the car."
Kingsley's voice was low and gentle, "It doesn't matter..."
Lee ate very fast. After a while, the two bowls of soup were eaten up. The car started and left.
This street was not far from her apartment she had chosen. When they arrived, Sherman opened the door and got out. "Be careful on the way."
"Good night..." Kingsley said. The light on both sides of the road was shining and falling on his face, making him look radiant.
"Good night," she said with a smile.
The corners of her mouth twitched. She returned and deleted Billy’s account. She deleted everything about Billy.
Now, there was no need to contact each other, and there was no need to keep his contact information.
Her heart ached. She had sacrificed all her enthusiasm, affection, and everything she could do in the seven years.
However, what she got in return was that Billy would spend his entire life with Natalie.
Throwing away her mobile phone, she pulled on the quilt and covered herself tightly. Then, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Now she was covered with scars all over. But because of these scars, nothing could hurt her anymore. These scars would heal one day.
Did it still hurt? 1
It hurt, but it was not the pain at its peak, but the lingering pain, which was spreading.
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