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was carefully put away again.
It was impossible to return it, so I’d just use it as my startup capital. If my mom kicked up
a fuss with me later, I’d slap the money down in front of her.
I think for the sake of the money, she shouldn’t get too angry… right?
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Q A
When I woke up early the next morning, the first thing I did was add a mark on the old
calendar.
Eight more days.
In eight more days, I could leave this place!
“What are you writing?” A deep voice suddenly came from behind me.
I was startled and turned to see Beckett standing behind me.
He looked at me puzzled: “What are you writing on the newspaper?”
He was very close to me, slightly bending down, his breath brushing past my ear as he spoke. I shuddered and quickly jumped away.
How disgusting.
I originally wanted to brush it off, but seeing that he still seemed to be stubbornly looking at the newspaper, I could only make up a random excuse: “I’m calculating how many days it’s been since you submitted our marriage license application.”
Maybe something in what I said pleased Beckett, because his previously confused and even slightly anxious expression suddenly relaxed.
He let out a sigh of relief and brought out the hand he had been hiding behind his back, holding a square velvet box.
“Open it and take a look.” Beckett looked at me with a bit of anticipation.
Me: “…”
Well, it was actually quite strange.
In my previous life, I was married to Becketter fifty years, even raising our son together and seeing off four elderly parents
Q A
Maybe something in what I said pleased Beckett, because his previously confused and even slightly anxious expression suddenly relaxed.
He let out a sigh of relief and brought out the hand he had been hiding behind his back, holding a square velvet box.
“Open it and take a look. Beckett looked at me with a bit of anticipation.
Me: “…”
Well, it was actually quite strange.
In my previous life, I was married to Beckett for fifty years, even raising our son together and seeing off four elderly parents.
But he had never bought me any jewelry.
My eyes fell on the velvet box, feeling somewhat ironic.
“What’s wrong? Open it and take a look.” Beckett urged again.
I took a deep breath and pushed the thing back to him: “Take it back, and give it to me oo
the day our marriage license application is app
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When I woke up, it was already dark outside.
Just as I came out of the room, I smelled the characteristic aroma of cooked food.
I was about to speak when I saw two people chatting and laughing in the kitchen, with the soft, coquettish voice of a girl coming through.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching the two of them at my leisure.
So when Vivian came out carrying a plate of food and saw me leaning against the doorframe, she let out a scream and dropped the plate on the floor.
Beckett rushed out anxiously, but his face turned pale the moment he saw me.
After a moment of silence, I had to speak up: “You two seem to be having a good time.
“Do you need me to leave?”
Beckett finally came to his senses and instinctively took a big step back.
“Cora, why… why are you back?” Vivian bit her lip, glancing at Beckett with a hurt look, then looked at me with a hint of unwillingness.
I laughed: “What? Do I need to report to you when I come back here?”
As soon as I finished speaking, Vivian took two steps back, tears falling like they cast
nothing.
Her lips trembled: “Cora, you know that’s not what I meant.”
Before I could speak, Beckett frowned again Cora, what are you saying!
“I just saw that Vivian was alone here studying, with no one to take care of her
“And since you weren’t home, I couldn’t eat much by myself, so I just called her over to
eat together.
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on’t make a fuss!”
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Hah!
Looking at the man who instinctively stood in front of Vivian, I slapped him without hesitation.
Beckett was stunned.
He seemed to have never imagined that I would raise a hand against him.
Through him, I saw Vivian’s mouth curl into a smile, looking at me with a challenging expression.
Laughed coldly.
Under their gaze, I picked up the pen on the table and carefully, heavily, drew two strokes on the old calendar.
Just two more strokes left.
That is, the day after tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow I could leave this place and never see this disgusting pair again.
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roved.”
