Chapter 8 Will You Be Happy

Peyton looked down at the paper and recognized the address. It was a

cemetery.

Peyton thought, “Did Nolan’s sister die? But what does it have to do with Dad? I know my dad. He would never harm a little girl.”

Peyton understood that this was all she could get from Lucian and Jayson. She didn’t pester them for more information. For the rest of the ride to the Dalton’s mansion, Peyton merely sat quietly in the backseat.

A million thoughts raced across Peyton’s mind when she saw this familiar house.

Lucian asked politely, “Mrs. Dalton, would you like to get out of the car?”

Peyton answered, “No. I’ll wait for Nolan in the car.”

The divorce would be the last time their paths crossed. Peyton didn’t want any accidents. Everything in the Dalton’s mansion could bring up Peyton’s memories of their marriage. She didn’t want to risk it.

Peyton blamed her cowardice on Nolan. Nolan treated her too well.

Although Nolan was getting more aloof every time they met, Peyton still remembered their happy memories.

Peyton should hate Nolan. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Jayson kept the car running. The air conditioner sent warm wind out steadily. Peyton was alone in the car. Her stomachache was back. Peyton curled into a fetal position and pulled her legs to her chest.

tightly. She sat on the seat and silently waited for the sunrise.

got off work early and came to work late. Although it was past seven, it was still dark and

off long ago. Peyton stared at it and was lost in her

suddenly in the mood for

standing under the tree and was showered by the green and golden

Peyton’s

the ginkgo tree as she was lost in her memories. The tree was the same. But they were

on the branches. But they were as dead as their

walked out and saw Peyton next

wore a thin sweater. She cranked her neck to look at the tree. Her hair was

better. When the first ray of sunlight shone on Peyton’s pale face, she

strange that Peyton was still wearing

knew Nolan was here

“Morning.”

figure. The few steps between them

your ginkgo soup one

of shock appeared in Nolan’s dark eyes. He immediately recovered and said coldly, “It’s out

were red-rimmed. She muttered, “It’s the last favor I’ll

“She has changed a lot in

the bare tree. His tone wasn’t as cold as before. “The ginkgo in the freezer isn’t fresh enough. You can wait till

Next year…

thought, “I won’t

you

“Yes.”

said lightly, “Well…will

like a rumble of

blood rushing

“Fine. It isn’t a big

Nolan’s back and

death has an effect on

thought, “I’d like to see the look on his face when

whether Nolan would be

and other ingredients in the freezer

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