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I had just arrived at the flower shop entrance when Sam walked over.
“Have you received the flowers sent by Mr. Murphy? Were you touched?”
“Let me tell you something. Mr. Murphy instructed us not to let you know. He wanted to give you a surprise!”
I looked at his excited face and softly replied, “It was indeed quite surprising.”
After speaking, I walked towards the lounge at the back.
Sam wanted to say something, but he was stopped by someone else.
After I finished tidying up, half an hour had passed.
At this moment, Michael Looper called me.
“Stella, the schedule is set. You can join the crew in fifteen days.
“The crew has very strict confidentiality requirements this time. We need to cut off contact with the outside world for four months. Can you do that?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Looper, I can get everything ready on my end.”
“Ready? Stella, what are you ready for?”
Zachary suddenly arrived at the flower shop.
“Nothing,” I replied with a cold face, busy arranging the bouquet in my hands. I didn’t want to talk
to him.
Zachary looked at me skeptically, and seeing my cold expression, he assumed that I was still mad.
He took out the things from the bag one by one and arranged them neatly on the table.
“Stella, you didn’t eat anything. I packed some food for you. They are all your favorite food.
“You got caught in the rain just now, and I brought some medicine.”
I looked at Zachary, and he looked as if nothing had happened. He was as caring and attentive as always.
In front of outsiders, he was an unapproachable and decisive person.
In front of me, he sometimes took care of me meticulously like a father, and sometimes he acted like a child wanting candy.
My grandmother was the last relative I had in this world.
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Before she passed away, she held Zachary’s hand and said, “Good boy, promise me not to let Stella end up like her mother.”
Zachary held my grandmother’s hand and swore, “Grandma, rest assured. I will take care of Stella for the rest of my life.”
My family had a hereditary disease, and the risk of giving birth was very high. My mother passed away because of giving birth to me.
One year after marriage, I became pregnant and decided to take the risk and give birth.
He begged me with tears, “Stella, I don’t want a child. I only want you.‘
When I had a miscarriage, he held me in his arms and comforted me all night long while I broke
down.
Looking at the dishes I liked, I had no appetite at all.
I looked up at Zachary, and there was deep love in his eyes.
I used to be immersed in his deep love and unable to save myself.
But now, I felt irony. Behind his deep love, he had a one–year–old child with someone else.
Just as he placed the medicine in front of me, I spoke up.
“Zachary, let’s get divorced.”
