The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Several times, she had inexplicably rolled into Denver’s arms upon waking up in the morning.

Olivia was lost in thought when suddenly, a phone text message alert sounded in the dim light. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

It was from Denver.

Denver paused for a moment, then reached for his phone.

"Are you asleep?" The text was from Josephine Holland.

Denver pursed his thin lips, hesitated for quite a while, and replied, "I’m about to rest."

"I miss you." Josephine’s message arrived quickly again.

Denver set the phone to silent and replied, "It’s late, why aren’t you asleep yet? Get some rest."

Soon after, Josephine called again.

Denver held the phone with his fingers, then after a long pause, he lifted the covers, got up, slipped into his slippers, and walked to the balcony to make a call.

Olivia was also not very sleepy, lying flat on the bed, hearing his voice coming from the balcony, not very clear, but she could vaguely feel that he was quite patient.

She pursed her lips, turned over, and changed sleeping positions.

Suddenly, she felt a bit upset.

Denver has a pretty gentle and polite nature, sometimes a bit rogue; they’ve been together for so long, she knows him well.

But—

She actually hadn’t seen him interact with another woman.

Denver’s looks, generally make beauties standing next to him feel inadequate, pressured.

The woman in the photo is quite a match for him, heavenly and perfect.

Who’s pursuing whom?

Or are they mutually interested and already progressing?

If that’s the case, she’s already proposed divorce, why hasn’t Denver agreed?

Olivia was thinking randomly when Denver hung up the call, came in, and gently got into bed.

But didn’t sleep.

After a while, it seemed he was searching for something in the nightstand drawer, once again went to the balcony.

It was quiet at night, Olivia heard the sound of a lighter.

Is Denver smoking?

She instantly thought, stunned for a moment.

In her impression, Denver shouldn’t be someone who smokes.

He still has an injury on his head, smoking at night.

Olivia felt she should go advise him, but after thinking, she decided to let it go, she has no position to be too concerned, better save the worry and sleep.

She turned over again and continued to sleep.

But—

She just couldn’t sleep, after a long while, she got up helplessly and went out, softly saying, "The wound hasn’t healed yet, smoking is harmful."

Denver was too engrossed in his thoughts, suddenly hearing her words, turned around and saw her, "Oh," he said as he casually extinguished the cigarette.

Olivia looked at him, simply walked over and stood beside him.

Thoughtful for a moment, she continued in a low voice, "Are you upset? Maybe we should get a divorce?"

If he truly has someone in his heart, divorce is a good choice.

Could it be—

He doesn’t know how to explain to that woman?

Olivia thought briefly and then said, "Do you feel like you can’t explain to her? If you need me..."

She failed to notice how bad Denver’s expression was, still continuing to speak on her own.