She was the woman who lived in the rumors.

Now that they were about to get a divorce, it was even more unnecessary to let the public know what she looked like.

And she understood that.

Lucas stared absentmindedly at Ashlyn.

He had always known that the marriage between the two of them differed from others. They had signed a contract when they got married in which they wouldn’t meddle in each other’s lives during the contract period.

Ashlyn would live as his rich wife and pretend to be his lover in front of his grandfather, and in return, he would gift her with bags, clothes, jewelry, or anything that money could buy.

He had met this woman in front of the hospital, standing expressionlessly in the pouring rain, screaming, “Is there anyone who wants to marry me?”

All the passersby had thought she was a psycho.

He didn’t know why she did that and wasn’t interested to know.

But he knew she needed a wife at that time and that she had a pleasant look.

marriage to last for four years until his grandfather passed away

funeral. Even now, he could still feel a dull pain in his chest whenever he thought of Charles’ gentle voice and happy

there was no difference between them and an ordinary couple. He was always on the go and would usually spend the night at Whitland

always waited for him obediently, and would never complain about

left the house, Ashlyn stood on tiptoes and kissed

kiss her lips. “Be good at the

will.” Ashlyn nodded and watched

couple. It didn’t look like they

that the man had got into the black

unprecedented coldness, as if it were blanketed with a layer of frost, creating a sharp contrast to her soft and lovely

she was a

tidying herself up, she departed

point, it

Northern Cemetery.

soft to the touch. The entire North Mountain was enveloped by

chosen here, where

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