Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 617: May We Each Find Peace From Now On
Quentin Sterling lowered his head with a faint smile, his eyes somewhat hollow.
He reached into his coat pocket, found a pack of cigarettes, extracted one, and lit it with a lighter from the coffee table.
Clarissa Morgan just watched, asking nothing, doing nothing.
Quentin took a slow drag, his eyes returning to the black wooden box as he exhaled white smoke, muttering to himself, "I remember back then, you and Shane were pretty close, and the school was always buzzing with rumors about you two."
Clarissa lowered her eyes, silent, not knowing what Quentin actually wanted to say.
Her calm face gave no indication of the fear within her heart.
She feared Quentin discovering her real intention for marrying him, feared Quentin losing his mind and destroying her.
Quentin said, "But I just thought it was idle gossip from others until I saw what was in this box..."
"A thick photo album, every page filled with pictures related to him."
"Stored in such a delicate box, hidden in the most secretive part of the cabinet."
Quentin flicked the ash off his cigarette, laughing self-deprecatingly: "In every picture where he appears, you’re smiling so happily, a smile genuine and spontaneous, unlike the one in our wedding photo."
Clarissa could confidently acknowledge her feelings for Shane in front of anyone, except Quentin.
"Quentin, you’re overthinking it. This album was just a keepsake from our club back then. Since you only know Shane, you think it’s all about him, but everyone from the club is in there. He’s not an exception."
Hearing Clarissa’s explanation, Quentin’s eyes remained dim, "I hope so."
Clarissa thought for a while and added, "Even though our marriage can’t continue, please don’t question the time we spent together. Let’s be well in our separate ways from now on."
"Alright." Quentin responded hoarsely, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray, not sparing another glance at Clarissa before turning to leave.
No matter how much he did, he probably couldn’t get her nod of acknowledgment.
He was willing to believe that their time together was without deceit, even if it was self-deception.
Even if they were destined to part, he didn’t plan to sever all ties, just like Clarissa said, wishing each other well in separate ways.
From then on, he would no longer involve himself in her affairs, for better or worse.
Clarissa stood by the window, watching Quentin’s figure gradually disappearing into the night.
Watching the snowflakes fall piece by piece, she felt slightly worried about Quentin’s abnormal behavior.
Because Quentin knew too much incriminating evidence against her, this pawn had become uncontrollable, potentially disrupting all her plans at any moment...
Returning indoors, she lit a lady’s cigarette, taking a couple of deep drags to calm her mind, then picked up her phone and made a call.
After finishing the cigarette, Clarissa changed her clothes and drove out.
On a snowy night, the white snow silently covered the entire city.
At a private villa near the seaside, a thin layer of frost had formed over the pool in front of the house.
A beam of car headlights illuminated the road beside the pool, then the black car passed the pool, stopping under the carport in front of the villa.
It was two in the morning.
Both floors of the villa were lit up. As Clarissa got out of the car and walked to the door, she heard the door lock being turned from inside. The door opened slightly, but the person who opened it didn’t show themselves.
Clarissa pushed the door open, removing the mask from her face.
The man who had opened the door now wore a white robe, his hair slightly disheveled, eyes sleepy, as if he had just climbed out of bed.
The man walked to the wine cabinet, took two glasses, and asked Clarissa, "What wine would you like?"
Clarissa took off her long parka and headed towards the living room, replying, "I’m not drinking, just here to talk."
Afterwards, she glanced around and asked, "Are you here alone? Where’s Miss Porter?"
"On duty at the hospital."
Even though Clarissa said she wasn’t drinking, Ivan Yardley still opened a bottle of red wine, holding the bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. He sat by the couch in the living room, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and lazily asked Clarissa, "What urgent matter brings you here in the middle of the night?"
Clarissa said, "Couldn’t sleep, so I came out for a walk. Does Miss Porter have any plans now?"
Ivan replied, "In her mind, her enemy is Shane Warner, not Audrey Sutton. So her goals probably aren’t aligned with yours."
Clarissa sneered, "Did you tell her all this? Blaming Shane for Lan’s death?"
Ivan laughed coldly, "Was he wrongly accused? Isn’t he the one who step by step drove Anna to her death?!"
Clarissa said, "Thinking like that isn’t wrong, but why not try another approach? Who does Shane care about the most now? He made you lose the woman you loved, wouldn’t repaying him with the pain you’ve endured be better?"
Ivan swirled the wine in his glass, paused, and said, "So you’ve thought of a plan against Audrey Sutton?"
Clarissa lowered her gaze and said, "I’ve been quite busy for some time, haven’t contacted her much, which is why I’m here to find you guys. Having more people to help means more strength."
Ivan’s smile carried a hint of sarcasm: "Is it busy or just a desperate struggle? You’ve divorced Quentin Sterling, do you really think you have any leverage left to help us? Perhaps you’re just looking to use us to do your dirty work?"
Clarissa said, "You could see it that way, but once it’s done, won’t we all get the results we desire?"
Ivan remarked, "Miss Morgan has always been calculating well. Didn’t you just use Anna’s feelings as your tool back then?"
Clarissa said, "Ms. Irving and I have always been in a cooperative relationship, it’s not about using anyone. I also feel remorseful about her situation, that’s why you’re being sarcastic about it."
Ivan smiled, taking a sip from his glass before speaking: "Catherine has her thoughts. Some things she hasn’t told even me, so I don’t really know what exactly she plans to do now. I only know she has something on Evan Sutton, perhaps she can use it to infiltrate The Suttons."
Clarissa said, "Audrey Sutton’s brother?"
Ivan said, "Exactly. She also mentioned, if push comes to shove, they could eliminate the child in Audrey Sutton’s womb, which would be quite a blow to both Audrey and Shane. Since she’s a gynecologist at the hospital, achieving this unnoticed shouldn’t be difficult. It’s just that Audrey has already become slightly wary of her, stating that her recent check-ups haven’t been done at their hospital."
Clarissa was momentarily stunned, glanced downward, then looked up at Ivan and asked, "She’s pregnant?"
Ivan raised an eyebrow, "Really? You didn’t know? Seems like you’re not too concerned about their affairs, are you?"
