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Aiden took the tissue on the table and stretched out his hand. He wiped the tears in the corners of Keara's eyes gently.

"Pretending to be weak and crying in front of me is useless," Aiden's large hand caressed Keara's face very gently, but the words that came out of his mouth were completely the opposite.

Keara held Aiden's hand and kept it in touch with her face. "Aiden, can we start over? I don't mind even if you are married,"

"I'm the one objecting," Aiden pulled his hand back coldly. "Is this pretense still going on?"

"What?" Keara looked surprised at the question.

"I have no appetite when I have to eat in front of you. Please eat," Aiden's voice sounded cold, without any warmth. He rose to his feet and took his coat which he draped behind the chair.

"Aiden, many people are watching. Are you really going to leave me alone?" Keara felt very embarrassed. Aiden didn't care about her.