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.

sun got off work early and came to work late. Although it was

yard. Its leaves had fallen off long ago. Peyton

suddenly in the mood for ginkgo. soup, Nolan would climb the tree

the tree and was showered by the green and

was gentle and catered to Peyton’s every need.

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

struggling to stay on the branches. But they were as dead as their marriage.

and saw Peyton next

cranked her neck to look at the tree. Her hair was dancing in the

When the first ray of sunlight shone on Peyton’s pale

Peyton was still wearing the same outfit as last

Nolan was

“Morning.”

between them felt like a huge gap that they

want to have your ginkgo soup one more

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

She muttered, “It’s the last favor I’ll ask. Can’t you do it for me?”

“She has changed a

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

Next year…

thought, “I

you hate

“Yes.”

lightly, “Well…will

was like a rumble

couldn’t think over the blood rushing in his ears.

“Fine. It isn’t a big deal anyway. Come

Nolan’s back and

thought, “My death has

She thought, “I’d like to see

Nolan would be

and other

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