Are you trying to say your husband drop you at the road to go be with his ex?

... I wish I wouldn't understand in a split second, but I inevitably do.

Amelia sneers, making her commentary, "Just average."

" I look at her in astonishment, using my eyes to question: "Slept together once, terrible experience."

Amelia viciously criticizes, not concealing anything even in the presence of Henry.

Henry angrily protests, "It was my first time, what do you know!"

"Stop, stop, stop; I can't bear this responsibility.

Don't you as a Casanova talk to me about your 'first time,' even if you're unskilled, your first time should have gone to it or it."

Amelia interrupts, pointing at his left and right hands.

I gaze at the always frivolous Henry, turning red at Amelia's words, finally understanding their relationship.

One-night stand. Henry must be pursuing Amelia.

Amelia no longer pays attention to Henry, leading me towards the private room, "An upperclassman returned to the country.

Henry and his group arranged a gathering, and invited me to join the fun."

"Which upperclassman?"

I quietly ask.

"You should know him, he is..."

Amelia said as she pushed open the door to the private room.

Inside the private room sat several men.

Alongside a few familiar faces was an impressively elegant man.

The man was tall, with long legs, wearing a white shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up.

A delicate, pale wrist bone was bound by a red string strung with white jade beads.

This red string contradicted his personality and seemed out of place.

However, it was apparent that the owner treasured it.

Almost simultaneously, he looked up at me. His face broke into a smile when our gazes met.

He rose from his seat and said, "Long time no see." "Brother Colton!" I joyfully shouted, "Indeed, it's been a long time.

Your departure overseas was rather sudden."

These scoundrels, relations of Richard, were all childhood friends, and like me and Amelia, were schoolmates.

I met Henry and the others after marrying Richard.

Among them, only Colton was my senior in the same major.

We were quite familiar since university. Henry teased without restraint, "Exactly, we don't even know which woman broke our Colton's heart.

He left without a word, even missing your wedding with Brother Richard."

Colton, touched his nose softly and laughed, "Don't mind him, let's sit."

"Yes, let's sit quickly." Amelia pushed me towards the couch alongside Colton, signifying me to sit next to him.

"You and Colton are old friends.

You certainly have a lot to chat about."

Once she had arranged this, she immersed herself in the lively conversation with Henry and the others.

Colton, started to say, "Would you like some juice?"

"Sure, thank you." I responded with a smile, "Even though you haven't been here for some years, I've heard a lot about you.

You must have a pile of trophies by now, right?"

"Have you been following my news?" He looked surprised and amused, his amber eyes full of laughter.

"Not exactly." Embarrassed, I smiled, "It's my assistant.

She's a huge fan of yours. Maybe I can introduce you sometime."

"Sure."

His mood mellowed a bit, and his gaze softened, "It seems like you and Richard are very happy, right?

Online, everyone talks about his pampering you excessively." Upon hearing this, I paused.

I don't know why, but Richard always likes to create the impression to the public that he cherishes me a lot.

I found it intoxicating before, and I couldn't pull myself away from it.

I tried to brush it off, saying, "People online always exaggerate."

"But are you happy?" Colton's voice was gentle and he asked earnestly.

Aside from Amelia, he's the first one to care about this.

I lowered my eyelashes, and replied with a light smile, "I'm not sure."

"Let's not talk about it anymore."

He didn't press further, and smiled gently.

Before, I always felt that Colton and Richard were quite similar--both gentle, introverted, and calm.

But now, I've come to realize they are completely different.

Colton's gentleness and introverted nature come natural to him, but Richard's surface appearance and inner self don't match.

Just like now, Colton stopped questioning because his upbringing doesn't allow him to intrude into others' privacy.

If Richard doesn't interrogate, it's probably because he doesn't care at all.

Richard has no heart.

The drinking session lasted until early morning, and Henry was still clamoring for another round.

Amelia, noticing that I, being pregnant, shouldn't stay up late, offered to send me home.

Henry suggested, "Let Colton send her, he doesn't like staying up late either."

Amelia agreed. But I was worried about her and wanted to refuse.

"Just get in the car." Having seen through my concerns, Amelia pushed me into Colton's car and reassured me: "Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

"A man's heart is as mysterious as the sea floor, I'm not interested in fishing for a needle, I want the whole sea!" She proclaimed boldly. "I pinched her delicate and bright face, "Alright, call me if you need anything."

Colton, also got on the car. I felt a little embarrassed, "Senior, I lived at , Street 6 Road, is it on your way? If it's not, I can take a taxi."

"Are we getting so formal now?" Colton joked, and then handed me his phone, "Help me set the navigation.

I haven't been back for a few years, and I'm not familiar with the roads."

"Okay." I took his phone.

There is no night in California, at this moment, the city center is still brightly lit.

At first, I was worried that it would be awkward on the way as we haven't seen each other for a long time, but Colton always manages to bring up topics that I'm interested in.

Being with him always feels like a breath of spring breeze.

Perhaps his emotional core is too stable, which made me couldn't help asking, "Senior, what would you do when faced with a hurdle that seems too hard to overcome?"

His brow furrowed slightly, stopped at the traffic lights, looked at me and said,

"Then, I would forge a path through the mountains and build a bridge over the water."

With his calm yet determined tone, the anxiety that I had carried for the entire night suddenly relaxed.

Approximately twenty minutes later, the car slowly stopped at the villa's gate.

He accompanied me out of the car and handed me a gift bag, "A small gift, I hope you'll like it."

"Thank you, senior!" I feel much better, and I accept with a smile.

"When you have time, I'll treat you to a meal."

"It's a deal."

He smiles faintly, and then can't help but advise me again.

"You need to eat well.

I feel you've lost quite a bit of weight, don't let yourself become malnourished."

I didn't think much about it.

"Okay, I got it."

I planned to enter the yard after he left, but he spoke up first.

"Go in.

I want to make sure you're safe at home.

"Alright! Take care, then."

I turned and went home after saying this.

By this time, Aunt Sandra has already gone to bed, leaving the entrance light on for me.

The whole house is eerily quiet.

After taking a shower, I lie in my bed and glance at my phone.

There are many messages, but none of them are from Richard.

I thought the worst would be a husband that didn't return home all night.

I didn't expect there to be an even bigger "surprise." With so much on my mind, it was hard to fall asleep. I didn't wake up until nearly noon.

Feeling hungry, I head downstairs, only to notice a stray suitcase in the living room and faintly hear other voices aside from Aunt Sandra in the house.

Very familiar.

I frowned and looked around, my gaze finally falling on Richard, who was wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen.

And also, Bianca, standing next to him, assisting him.

As soon as he reached out his hand, Bianca knew to hand over the salt.

In his next reach, Bianca passed him a piece of kitchen paper.

Their coordination was seamless.