Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 454: Escape as Soon as Possible

In the pitch-black living room, the phone on the coffee table chimed with several text messages again, but Quentin Sterling didn’t check it, just chain-smoked three or four cigarettes.

The sound of the second hand on the wall clock ticked away, irritating the mind.

Not knowing how many hours passed, the newly bought pack of cigarettes was almost empty.

It was almost midnight when the sound came from the door.

Clarissa Morgan opened the door and entered, first reaching out to turn on the light in the entry.

Smelling the strong scent of smoke in the house, she looked toward the living room in confusion.

Not a single light was on in the living room, but by the light from the entryway, she could vaguely see the figure on the sofa.

Specks of glowing red stood out sharply in the darkness.

Clarissa Morgan’s body stiffened, naturally sensing Quentin Sterling’s unusual demeanor.

Because he usually didn’t smoke.

"...Haven’t slept yet?" Clarissa Morgan asked somewhat guiltily.

Quentin Sterling stood up, stayed put, and looked at Clarissa Morgan, softly replying, "Waiting for you to come back."

Clarissa Morgan bent down to take off her high heels, changing into slippers while explaining, "...Had a drink with a few work friends, so I’m just getting back now. I sent you a message, didn’t you see it?"

Quentin Sterling didn’t respond, just got up and walked to the wall to turn on the main light in the living room.

Under the harsh light, Clarissa Morgan instinctively pulled at her own sleeves, feeling for the first time that Quentin Sterling could exude such a strong sense of oppression.

He had always been mild-mannered and easy to talk to, and since their marriage, this was the first time Clarissa Morgan had seen him looking so cold and unfathomable.

Clarissa Morgan, having changed her shoes, stood by the door, watching Quentin Sterling approach her expressionlessly.

She instinctively took a step back, her voice slightly trembling, smiling stiffly, and asked him, "What’s going on?"

Quentin Sterling looked down at her and said in a hoarse voice, "I don’t know what’s going on either."

Clarissa Morgan could feel that he must have found out something.

After a few seconds of silence, Quentin Sterling spoke again, "It seemed like you weren’t wearing those clothes when you went out tonight."

Clarissa Morgan laughed dryly and explained, "Oh, that outfit accidentally got dirty while drinking, so I had my assistant find me a new one."

This outfit, with its high collar and long sleeves, wouldn’t be unusual for the early autumn season, but compared to what she wore when she went out, it was clearly meant to cover up some marks.

"Quentin, it’s late. Let’s go upstairs and rest."

Clarissa Morgan took Quentin Sterling’s hand and led him upstairs.

Quentin Sterling followed her silently, hesitating several times, but in the end, he couldn’t bear to expose the truth.

He loved her and knew she was a smart woman who should have realized he discovered something, so he was willing to give her a chance, pretending nothing happened as long as she remained faithful to their marriage and to him. He could still love her as before.

Sleeping under the same roof, yet dreaming different dreams.

Clarissa Morgan was startled awake from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

The things in her dream, some had indeed happened to her, while others were fears she imagined in her mind.

All of this was related to Nolan Hawke.

She feared that before she had a chance to deal with Audrey Sutton, she would already be driven crazy by Nolan Hawke.

Nolan Hawke had no restraint and no sense of boundaries, holding her by her weak spot and doing whatever he wanted with her, and she didn’t dare defy him in the slightest.

Quentin Sterling had already noticed the flaw, and she knew that her time was running out.

If she didn’t deal with Nolan Hawke, or if she angered Quentin Sterling, either side could ruin the reputation and future she had painstakingly built up until now...

She was now preparing to enter the film industry, so she had to get out of her predicament quickly.

On the weekend, Vanessa Sterling, as usual, woke up at seven thirty.

Hearing the voices of other women talking to Miles Sterling outside the room, Vanessa Sterling stayed inside after washing up, planning to wait until they left before going out for breakfast.

Soon, she heard the door opening outside, followed by the sound of it closing.

Guessing that they should have left, Vanessa Sterling was about to step out when she heard footsteps outside the door. She immediately stopped in her tracks, listening quietly, realizing the footsteps were approaching her room.

Before she could make any guesses or react, the door was rudely pushed open from the outside.

Vanessa Sterling froze in place as Miles Sterling looked at her for two seconds and said coldly, "Pack up, come back with me."

"...Go back?" Vanessa Sterling asked in a small, puzzled voice.

She didn’t know what Miles Sterling meant by "going back," because if it was to The Sterling, he had no reason to ask her to return. Ever since she was moved out of The Sterling house, she had never been back, nor would anyone welcome her return.

Miles Sterling explained with a slightly impatient tone, "Ancestral tribute. Wear something in plain colors."

After speaking, he turned and walked away.

Vanessa Sterling remained frozen in place, even more puzzled.

On the day of the Sterling’s ancestral tribute, she had even less reason to go back.

Firstly, she didn’t even count as part of The Sterling family, and she hadn’t attended the ancestral tribute in previous years; secondly, his family didn’t like her, having always referred to her as a jinx. This was a special day for ancestral tributes, and her presence would likely provoke even more resentment.

"Leaving at eight, you’d better not dawdle, make sure you have time to put on some makeup or something," Miles Sterling’s voice called from afar, accompanied by the sound of his footsteps ascending the stairs, "After all, you’ll be seeing your beloved Uncle Quentin, shouldn’t you dress up a bit?"

Vanessa Sterling didn’t understand Miles Sterling’s intentions, looking down at her left hand’s nail which hadn’t fully grown back. The sharp pain from before was still clear in her mind.

Since that night, she had barely left the house, her activities limited to downstairs, returning home immediately after selling items. The furthest she had gone was delivering a parcel to Audrey Sutton at school while he was abroad.

Unwilling to endure more physical pain, she carefully avoided provoking him and naturally avoided contact with Quentin Sterling.

Yet for some reason, today he was asking her to go back.

Vanessa Sterling didn’t dare delay, changing into a black sweater and tight black pants, applying only light makeup to refresh her complexion, not daring to dress up finely, as Miles Sterling’s words were a warning.

Uncertain if Miles Sterling’s actions were intended to test something, she silently followed him back to The Sterling.

When they arrived, the courtyard was already bustling, with the typically empty basketball court now filled with parked cars.

Getting out of the car, Vanessa Sterling inadvertently saw Quentin Sterling and Clarissa Morgan walking hand in hand toward The Sterling family shrine. They appeared to be very much in love. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Afraid Miles Sterling would notice, Vanessa Sterling only glanced briefly before quickly averting her gaze.