Chapter35
“Crazy woman!”
Mylie thought Grace was just messing with her, angrily hanging up the phone.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. With a sly grin, Mylie quietly circled behind the couch, took Antonio’s phone from the jacket draped over the back, turned it off, and placed it back into the pocket.
She thought, “Heh, you think you can take this man away from me? Not a chance!”
Then, Mylie smirked in satisfaction and leaned in to wrap her arms around Antonio’s neck, pouting, “Honey, we’re done here. Can we go check out the next store?”
“OK.”
The whole day passed with Mylie keeping Antonio busy all the time.
Whenever Antonio seemed about to check his phone, Mylie would bring up a new topic or interlock her fingers with his to distract him.
By evening, Antonio still had no idea his world had fallen apart.
As night fell, their car finally headed home.
Mylie, feigning shyness, made a playful offer, “Honey, how
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about staying at my place tonight? I’ve learned so many new tricks for you.”
Antonio casually rejected her, “Not tonight, maybe next time.”
Mylie wouldn’t give up. “Come on, I promise I’ll make it worth your while…”
Antonio’s expression turned cold, his voice sharp as he said, “Don’t make me say it again.”
Mylie bit her lip, her eyes welling up with frustration.
That was how Antonio was.
In one moment, he would spoil her and give her anything she wanted, but in the next moment, he would turn distant as if he had become a different person.
But he wasn’t like this when he was with Grace…
Mylie suppressed the jealousy rising in her chest and snuggled up to him, saying in a submissive voice, “Okay, if you don’t want to, I won’t push. Don’t be mad, honey.”
Still, Antonio’s face remained frosty.
He silently adjusted his tie, feeling inexplicably irritated.
Then he caught sight of a brand–name snack store flashing by on the roadside and barked, “Pull over.”
Antonio got out, walked into the store, and asked the clerk to pack one of each type of snack.
He thought if he gave Grace her favorite snacks, she would forgive him and not be upset anymore.
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Yes, Antonio knew exactly why he was feeling restless.
He knew today was an important day for his wife, yet in a moment of impulse, he had left her to go out with Mylie.
How wrong and foolish that was!
Guilt surged within him in an instant.
Antonio told himself that he must make it up to Grace, spend time with her, and cheer her up.
Once he made that decision, Antonio felt a bit relieved.
Thinking of Grace’s gentle, beautiful face, he couldn’t help but smile.
Just then, his gaze inadvertently landed on the large TV screen hanging overhead.
The screen showed thick smoke billowing, with a car engulfed in fierce flames, almost reduced to a wreck. The image was both shocking and disturbing.
Suddenly, Antonio’s eyelids twitched.
He was about to look closer when the clerk distracted him. “Sir, your snacks are packed.”
When Antonio looked up again, the scene had shifted to the next news story.
Thirty minutes later, Antonio returned home.
The house was dark.
“Grace?”
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Antonio called out several times.
But he received no response.
Antonio furrowed his brow, sensing that something was
wrong.
He placed the snacks on the table, then patiently went around, turning on the lights one by one.
The villa was eerily empty, with no sign of Grace.
Unease crept into his chest.
Antonio glanced at his watch. It was 8:30 p.m.
Grace should’ve been back from visiting her parents in the graveyard by now.
Suppressing the anxiety building inside him, Antonio tried to call the chauffeur to ask what had happened, only to find that his phone had been turned off.
When he powered it on, dozens of missed calls and countless messages flooded in.
Antonio frowned and narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to read a message, a call interrupted him.
A panicked voice came through.
“Mr. Kaufman, it’s bad! Mrs. Kaufman has had an accident!”
Antonio’s pupils dilated, and his mind went blank.
