Aurora’s POV

The next dayb, /bbI /bwent bto /bthe dealership bto /bbpick /bbup /bthe bcar/b.

bAlthough /bbI /bhad refused Adrian’s boffer/bb, /bhe insisted I bept /bbit/b.

bThe /bdealership staff weed me warmly–a bcier /bblue Maserati Ghibli S bQ4/bb, /bwith a unique and stunning color that caught my eye immediately.

bI /breally liked bthis /bcarb. /b

A man in a bsuit /brespectfully handed me the car keysb: /bb“/bbMs. /bWindsorb, /bthis is the car your husband ordered.”

I btook /bthe bkeys/bb, /bfeeling slightly moved.

Adrian was truly generous with meb–/bthis bcar cost /bover four million when fully equipped.

Coming bout /bof the restroom, I bumped right into someone.

bSorry/b.”

I’m sorry.”

Both of us stepped back and apologized simultaneously.

When I looked up at the other person, I paused.

van Warrick.

nother one of Ferris’s close friends.

van naturally recognized me as well.

beeing /bme, his already cold expression became even more frigid.

naturally noticed this.

bhad /bmet Ferris when I was fifteen.

erris, Evanb, /band Ethan had grown up together and were extremely close. They attended Alpha Academy together, and after growing up, they coborated on bater/b–pack projects, gathering regrly.

Whether during our teenage years or after marriage, Ferris had always excluded me from his circle.

bo /balthough Evan and I had known each other for over ten years, we weren’t even on nodding terms.

ut Ashley had always been part of their circle, and her rtionship with them had be very close.

o close that even when Ferris wasn’t around, they would invite Ashley to any gathering.

van and the otherspletely considered her one of their own.

‘erhaps because of this, over the past two years, Evan and the others had be increasingly cold toward me when they saw me.

used to want to build good rtionships with Evan and the othersb, /bbut they never gave me a chance bto /bbget /bclose to them, always treating me coldly.

had my dignity too. Since they showed that attitude, I didn’t bforce /bit.

bbut /bwhen we bmet /bin passing, when necessary, I would politely greet them.

Yet many btimes/b, I received only btheir /bbindifference/b, or even contempt.

This time, I didn’t n bto /bspeak bfirst/b.

I moved past him to leave directly.

But Evan spoke upb: /b“Ms. bWindsor /bis also here bto /blook bat /bsports bcars/bb?/bb” /b

“What a coincidenceb–/bFerris is also in this area picking out a bcar /btoday.”

His tone bwas /bcold.

bI /bsensitively caught his implicationb–/bhe bwas /bsuspecting that I had followed Ferris here.

I turned back, saying coldly. “What are you trying bto /bsay?”

Evan showed no shame at having his thoughts exposed: “I bjust /bfeel that someone like Ms. Windsor doesn’t seem like the type who would shop bfor /bbsports /bcarsb, /bbso /bbI’m /bsomewhat curiousb./bb” /b

b“/bSomeone blike /bmeb?/bb” /b

I looked directly into his eyes: “Mr. Warrick, are we that familiar? Do you know me that well?b” /b

“Since you think you understand me so bwell/bb, /bwhy don’t you tell me what kind of person someone like me bis/bb?/bb” /b

I had always given Evan the impression of being quiet and gentle, even somewhat shy and timid–but he felt this was just my facade, that I bwas /bactually very scheming.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been the one to win Ferris’s heart back then.

Evan didn’t speak, just looked at me.

He offered no evaluation, or rather, he disdained to evaluate.

He noticed that the way I spoke to him today was somewhat different from when I had encountered them in the past.

I looked at him with cold, sharp, clean eyes, but with a hint of mockery.

bI /bseemed to be mocking his assumption that he could see through everything, standing on moral high ground and passing judgment on me without knowing

the factsb. /b

I didn’t care what Evan thought. After saying these words, I turned and left.

A staff member approached: “Ms. Windsor, are you nning to drive this car away directly?”