The mobile phone on the desk vibrated once, then returned to silence.

William Guillen extended his long arm, grabbed the phone, and his fingertip opened the text message she sent.

His gaze lingered on that text message, unable to recover for a long time.

Eight years a dream...

The dream is gone...

He stared at this text message. In just two short sentences, it conveyed endless bitterness, a hint of letting go and a hint of pain.

Pain like scraping bones and removing flesh.

She must be very sad now, right?

Well...

This is good too...

After the sadness, she will understand that he is not worth her liking, much less her good husband for this lifetime.

He withdrew his gaze, tossed the phone on the tabletop, raised his hand, loosened his tie, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt in one motion, took a deep breath, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

This is quite good; better to endure short pain than prolonged misery.

Once she completely breaks this longing, she can move her gaze away from him and see more excellent men.

......

Ten days later.

Sophie Sullivan finally faced her third facial restoration surgery. The night before, she was too excited to sleep.

If it weren’t for Thomas Shannon threatening and intimidating her to sleep, saying it would affect the surgery’s result, she would’ve been too excited to sleep until daybreak.

The third surgery, her last step to restoring her appearance.

The surge of joy and excitement inside her was beyond words.

a.m.

Thomas Shannon woke up, opened his eyes, and found Sophie sleeping soundly. Last night, she was excited all night until he forced her to calm down and sleep in the late night.

At this moment, she was sleeping very soundly.

Thomas Shannon placed a kiss on her forehead, stroked her soft red lips with his thumb, and restrained his urge to kiss her deeply.

After washing up, changing out of his sleep gown, Thomas Shannon went downstairs and took a walk around the kitchen.

The Chief Chef prepared a sumptuous breakfast, contributing a part to Sophie’s surgery today, hoping she could be satisfied and happy before the surgery.

The Chief Chef’s thoughtfulness did not go unnoticed by Thomas Shannon, who hooked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction and nodded, "Your salary will be quadrupled this month."

Quadrupled?

The Chief Chef grinned broadly, "Thank you, Young Master! I also wish the maniac a successful surgery and the restoration of her beauty!"

Thomas Shannon chuckled lightly, his mood brightened, "You’re quite clever."

Upon hearing this, the Chief Chef understood that the maniac was indeed the future mistress!

Since when did our Young Master care so much for a woman?

Even Amelia Shaw at the time didn’t receive this treatment; all the things thought impossible to happen to Young Master had indeed happened.

Cooking for a woman, responding to a woman’s every request...

This woman is the maniac.

A woman capable of conquering a king-like man.

Thomas Shannon left the kitchen, and the Chief Chef respectfully watched his Young Master depart, then frantically signaled to the maids, whispering, "Did you see? Now do you know what the maniac’s identity is?"

The maids nodded repeatedly in agreement, "Got it, the maniac is the future mistress."

One particularly excited maid whispered, "What did I say before? I said the maniac could be our future mistress, now it seems, it’s true!"

"The maniac is no ordinary person... the first woman to conquer Young Master!"

A slightly younger maid approached quietly, whispering, "I think she’s also the last one."