Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 2 Episode 89

Was he… explaining to me?

Realizing what was happening, I suppressed my somewhat chaotic breathing, calmly uttered an “Oh!”

and then pried his hand off, quickly leaving without paying any attention to his calls from behind.

He didn’t care about Ashley’s fate? Didn’t care about what I would do to Ashley?

After leaving the hospital, my doubts increased. Five years, did he really have no other feelings for

Ashley besides gratitude?

To be honest, I was a bit unfamiliar with this version of Walter.

Turning against me and acting like a stranger, it truly left me… surprised.

Unable to make sense of his messy relationship with Ashley, I shook my head, not wanting to think

about it anymore. As long as he didn’t interfere with me, Ashley would have to spend the next five or

six years in prison. It was a kind of retribution for the torment I had endured over the years.

Having resolved the matter, I was in a good mood. I drove back to Blue Silver Bay and arranged to

have dinner with Sebastian and his friends in the evening. I needed to go home to change my clothes.

In the night of River City, the lights were bright and the voices were loud. I drove through the bustling

streets, following the address given to me by Sebastian, and found a quiet restaurant. To be precise, it

was quiet because it was too high-end and luxurious, so there were fewer people.

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I had just stopped the car when the parking attendant at the restaurant’s entrance came over. After I

told him the number of my private room, he took my car keys to park the car for me. A receptionist,

gracefully dressed in a cheongsam, came out to greet me and led me to the private

room.

This restaurant exuded an ancient and scholarly atmosphere everywhere, elegant and understated

luxury.

Standing outside the box, the lady in the cheongsam elegantly knocked on the door three times, only to

hear a deep voice from inside saying, “Come in.”

After making a gesture of invitation, the lady in the cheongsam slightly pushed open the door of the

private room for me, and then she left.

Seeing this, I walked in. It was my first time at this place. It’s not that I hadn’t dined at upscale

restaurants before, but I just didn’t expect the layout of this restaurant to be so unique.

Yes, it was special.

Just upon entering, what caught the eye was not the restaurant and dining tables, but a hollowed-out

screen carved with golden threads. The craftsmanship of this screen was exquisite, and it was clearly

of great value at first glance.

Behind the screen, I couldn’t see the arrangement on the other side clearly. I hesitated slightly, then

called out, “Sebastian.” Sebastian was a bit younger than me, and I really couldn’t find any other

appropriate way to address him.

There was no response from behind the screen. For a few seconds, I thought I had gone the wrong

way and hesitated whether to call Sebastian first.

After a while, a deep, hoarse male voice came from behind the screen,

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“Ms. Conner, hello.”

This voice… it wasn’t Sebastian’s.

I opened my mouth, responded with a word, “It’s me, are you Sebastian’s friend?”

“Hmm!” The man’s voice was still somewhat hoarse as he said, “I can’t come out to meet you, please

come in and sit down.”

Hearing this, I was puzzled, but still walked around the screen. On the other side of the screen, there

was a delicately styled dining table, not large, just for two. Across the table, someone was already

seated, the man who had just spoken. The empty side was obviously prepared for

1.

I didn’t see Sebastian anywhere, I couldn’t even see the face of the person who was talking to me,

because there was still a semi- transparent screen on the table. All I could see was the vague figure of

the person opposite me.

“Ms. Conner, please have a seat.

The man across spoke, his voice still hoarse.

I felt an indescribable eeriness in the atmosphere, but I was already here, there was no reason to turn

around and leave. So, I sat down, to turn around and leave. So, I sat down, looking at the person sitting

across from me, separated by a screen. I asked, “Hasn’t Sebastian arrived yet?”

The person across spoke, “He’s busy, he won’t come.”

His speech was slow, his voice hoarse, not as if he was deliberately suppressing it, but as if he was injured.

I didn’t want to ask too much, and for a moment, I was somewhat at a loss for words.

“My surname is Monroe, and my name is Daniel. Ms. Conner, I’m sorry to meet you in this way, I hope

you can understand,” the person across said.

I quickly shook my head, realizing that he might not be able to see my expression clearly, I hurriedly

said, “No, it’s okay, everyone has their own way of handling things. Besides, my main purpose of

coming today is to thank Mr. Monroe in person. If you hadn’t stepped in to help last time, and

thoughtfully took me to your house, I’m afraid I would still be unable to clear my name now.