Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 29

Travis licked his lips and spoke, his voice hoarse. “Please send me the address. I will be there shortly.”

Larissa’s assistant switched off the camera and sent over the restaurant’s address.

When they heard that Travis was coming over to pick Larissa up, the group started gossiping again.

“Looks like the two of them are still together!”

“Ms. Seymour really is patient! Her husband had an affair, and she still hasn’t divorced him!”

“What else can she do? Society puts more pressure on women than men. It’s harder to find a partner when you’re a divorced woman.”

“They have no children anyway. Based on Ms. Seymour’s looks and financial status alone, even if she was divorced, plenty of people would be lining up to pursue her, regardless!”

“Alright, alright,” Larissa’s assistant interrupted. “Regarding Ms. Seymour and her husband’s private matters, let’s all forget what we heard today. Don’t you all start spreading rumors about this outside of this room.”

Travis was still working overtime

the fancy restaurant, Amber had resigned from her position to recuperate at home. Travis also moved into her rental house

of them lived in separate houses, their relationship was very harmonious. They’d had very few arguments too. Yet, after spending more and more

work, so the two of them had decided to split the burden of doing household chores between them. Sometimes, when Travis‘ team had a project to launch, he would be so busy that he could only return home after three or four in the morning. Larissa would then voluntarily help

hand, was a woman unfamiliar with the realities of society. Moreover, she’d grown up in a household where she’d never had to experience hardships. She grew up living in comfort and luxury, which resulted in her hardly

if not

run

hadn’t worn yet, underwear, jackets, coats, and overcoats–all of them were mixed together in a big

fashion magazines

her bedroom was even

was piled up even more messily than her couch. All kinds of cosmetics and beauty products lay haphazardly on her dressing table. Various bottles had been overturned and spilled over, but Amber had

to clean her house up to a livable

two days later, it had returned to its original, frightful

tried talking to her about it multiple times. He’d advised her to clean her house at least once every two

but she had

recently, his company launched an important project. Travis could barely get six hours of sleep in three days. When he returned home and

fight with Amber that night. In the end, it only stopped when Amber cried till she couldn’t breathe and yelled about the pain