Divorce? No Regrets! She Becomes the Elite's Beloved Wife
Chapter 17: Major Drama Unfolds!!!
CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: MAJOR DRAMA UNFOLDS!!!
"Regret what?"
"Divorce!"
Wyatt Hawthorne turned back to look, "If you hadn’t divorced, you’d still be the pampered Mrs. Lockwood. On a rainy day like this, your family of three would be at home chatting, playing, building Legos, watching cartoons... such a happy scene, right?"
Yes, very happy!
It’s just that from now on, the ones staying by Adrian Lockwood and Miles Lockwood’s side will always be Chloe Lynch.
As for her...
"I don’t regret it!"
Serena Sinclair stood up with a smile, slowly walked to the window, and slowly sat down.
Turning her head to look at the rain pouring like a stream outside, "I’m especially grateful for today’s rain."
It’s big enough.
Cold enough.
It woke her up enough to tear off that black cloth covering her heart.
Let her clearly see the true faces of the people around her.
They weren’t worth her selfless devotion.
Not worth it!
"It’s good that you don’t regret it!"
Wyatt seemed in a great mood, raising his coffee cup, "Then, I wish from today onward, may all your dreams come true, and may your path be filled with blossoms!"
"Thank you!"
Serena clinked glasses in appreciation.
They chatted about how wet Aethelgard has been this year; perhaps there’s some unredressed grievance.
They talked about the outstanding newcomers in the architecture design circle these past few years and the excellent designs attracting industry attention.
The more Serena chatted, the more excited she became.
It had been a long, long time since she’d spoken so much to anyone.
Adrian Lockwood didn’t have time to listen to her.
Former classmates and colleagues, after graduation, each had their jobs and lives.
Anyone who initiated a chat with her would, after a few words, naturally steer the conversation around to borrowing money.
To chat so single-mindedly and without a hint of awkwardness, aside from Una Hutton, it was just this moment with Wyatt.
"And you?"
After talking so much about the profession, Serena shifted the topic, "Back then, you were also an outstanding graduate of our School of Architecture. I remember you even had a golden resume from The Crestwood School of Architecture. I originally thought you’d definitely become a world-class architect."
As soon as Serena finished speaking, she knew she’d said the wrong thing.
A family background like Wyatt’s destined him for business.
No matter how passionate the dream, it would always be just a reflection on water, something fleeting.
As expected, Wyatt shrugged, "I thought so too. But life is unpredictable, fate plays tricks on you!!!"
Facing Wyatt’s lament, Serena was speechless, "That’s over the top! Utterly opulent!"
"Opulent?"
Wyatt laughed, putting down his coffee cup, and sat cross-legged looking at Serena, "I know, you wouldn’t believe me if I said so. How about this, you come help me at Hawthorne Corporation."
"Three years!"
Wyatt’s gaze was bright, his smile flamboyant, "I guarantee that three years later, our names, Serena Sinclair and Wyatt Hawthorne, will certainly be known in the international architecture design circle. How about it?"
Serena chuckled, "Hawthorne is teeming with talent. I don’t believe you can’t find someone else to help you."
"But I only trust you!"
Wyatt said offhandedly.
Serena was taken aback.
The living room fell silent for a moment.
Wyatt lowered his head, grabbed the cup, and took a sip of coffee, changing the subject, "And you? What plans do you have for the future?"
"Find a job, work hard, and then, achieve my dreams."
"If I..."
"Wyatt!"
As if she guessed what Wyatt was about to say, Serena interrupted him, "Thank you! Being able to encounter what I did today, I feel like I’ve already used up most of my luck. Really, thank you!"
Serena clearly said nothing explicitly, but Wyatt seemed to pick up on her underlying meaning.
Nodding, a mischievous smile broke out on his face, "Senior, you’re just as you always were!"
Serena was startled.
Back at Aethelgard University, Wyatt teased her many times, saying she seemed to have some special ability, always guessing what he was about to say.
Then, she would change the subject before he could speak.
In short, she would stop him from saying it.
After so many years apart, she’s still like this.
Serena lowered her head with a smile, "I didn’t used to believe in luck, or karma, but now I do."
If everyone’s good fortune is a fixed amount.
Then, first narrowly escaping death, and now dodging another crisis today.
She’s probably used up most of her good luck.
She can’t waste it anymore!
Good luck should be reserved for times when there’s no way out.
Losing track of time in their conversation, now looking out again, she realized the rain had stopped.
Serena stood up, "I’ll head back first, don’t want to impose any longer."
"Alright!"
Wyatt didn’t try to make her stay, "Let me have the driver take you!"
Serena nodded, stood up, and then paused.
Her gaze fell upon a tidy and well-behaved orange cat crouching by the edge of the carpet.
Freshly bathed and checked, its fur was now clean and fluffy, looking pretty much like a mascot.
Thinking of the hotel not allowing pets, Serena hesitated, "Wyatt, could you do me another favor? I..."
Before she could finish speaking, the orange cat stretched lazily, resting its paw on the sofa armrest.
The off-white sofa set in the center of the living room was something Serena had seen in a luxury catalog before.
A masterpiece worth millions.
If the orange cat scratched it, thousands could be gone in an instant.
Serena stepped forward and picked up the orange cat, ready to claw the furniture, into her arms, "It’s fine now!"
"But I have something..."
Wyatt, hands in pockets, smiled as he looked at the orange cat in Serena’s arms, "I have an appointment with the vet for later, once its fur dries, they’re coming to deworm it. Also, it has a vaccination tomorrow... If you take it, the vet would come for nothing, right?"
"So why not keep it with me for now..."
Wyatt suggested, "Once the vaccine is done and you’re settled, you can take it then, how about it?"
"Okay."
Serena nodded, stooped down, placed the orange cat on the carpet, and gently petted its head, "Be good, after a while, Mommy will come pick you up, alright?"
The orange cat affectionately rubbed against Serena’s face, as if agreeing.
Then it circled an S around Wyatt’s pants.
The soft fur brushed against the back of his foot, tickling and gentle.
That softness settled deep in his heart.
Wyatt’s gaze lowered.
In his ears, in his heart, was Serena’s call of "Mommy."
When he looked up again, Serena had finished changing her shoes.
The little helpless figure in the pouring rain from earlier had, in a twinkling, transformed into a stylish and radiant beauty with exceptional presence.
Recalling that serendipitous encounter he himself found hard to believe, Wyatt, who usually detested rain, was suddenly in an excellent mood.
The little lambskin sandals were exquisite yet comfortable, even easing the pain on his soles.
Serena put the slippers back in the shoe cabinet, stood up, and looked at Wyatt, "Why don’t you send me Cora Rivera’s WeChat?"
Rather than letting Wyatt relay messages in between, I’d rather directly reach out to Cora Rivera.
"Alright!"
Wyatt took out his phone and sent Cora Rivera’s WeChat contact to her.
Serena stepped into the elevator.
Wyatt bent down, lifted the orange cat that was about to follow inside, and waved to Serena, "See you, Senior!"
The elevator doors closed, and Serena was out of sight.
Wyatt released his grip, letting the orange cat jump back down to the carpet.
He sent a message to Cora Rivera, [Don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, don’t say what shouldn’t be said!]
Why?
My mouth is on my face, can’t I control it?
On the other end, Cora Rivera sent a sassy dancing emoji in reply, while accepting Serena’s friend request.
Then exiting the screen, she saw the 666666 transfer red envelope Wyatt had sent.
!!!
In the dimly lit game room, Cora Rivera’s eyes sparkled with excitement!
There’s a huge scoop coming!!!
The day of striking it rich is just around the corner!!!