Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 3 Episode 7

At first listen, there seemed to be nothing wrong with what was said, yet it felt somewhat odd. For a

moment, I didn’t think there was anything wrong again, and couldn’t find any suitable response, so I

simply smiled and remained silent.

Just as I was wondering whether I should continue to awkwardly search for topics to chat about, I saw

Sebastian coming out of the bathroom. Noticing that he was alone, I quickly asked, “Is Walter okay?

Sebastian nodded, but before he could speak, Walter’s figure followed. Seeing him calm and

composed, no different from usual, his eyes clear

I still couldn’t help but walk up to him and ask, “Are you okay?”

He shook his head slightly, his dark eyes turning to Daniel in the wheelchair. The two men locked eyes,

one looking down from above, the other looking up indifferently. Their auras were evenly matched,

neither conceding even a bit to the other.

The atmosphere was a bit delicate. I pursed my lips and tugged at Walter’s sleeve, wanting to

introduce, but considering that they should have both heard of each other, and moreover, Walter and I

were already divorced, it seemed I had no place to introduce anything.

Thinking this, Daniel suddenly looked at me and said, “Ms. Conner, your friend has come out, so we’ll

leave first, we’ll contact you another day.”

I nodded, glanced at Sebastian, and Sebastian returned my gaze with a smile before pushing Daniel

away and leaving.

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Walter watched as Daniel was pushed away, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression somewhat

unsettled.

Looking at him, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you have any issues with Mr. Monroe?”

He withdrew his gaze, his dark pupils landing on me, shaking his head. “No.”

I was confused, “Why… why did those two people just now look at each other with such unfriendly

eyes?” Moreover, during dinner just now, he even said he would accompany me to meet Daniel. After

all this, how can we still meet together?

Don’t accidentally start fighting.

Seeing that I didn’t continue speaking, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He began to speak, “I just

felt that his eyes were somewhat familiar, familiar to the point that it was somewhat annoying.”

Annoyed?

He rarely expressed his dislike so bluntly.

I furrowed my brows. Although I did feel a bit familiar with Daniel’s eyes, it wasn’t as he described. I

paused, noticing that the people coming in and out of the restroom were frequently glancing at us,

especially the women, who were almost without exception sizing up Walter.

It was probably his precious and handsome face that attracted it.

Taking back my thoughts, I said, “It’s getting late, let’s go.

Seeing me speak like this, he didn’t say much either. He looked at me, nodded, and hummed in

agreement.

Although this person seemed not to be drunk, I always felt that he was somewhat dizzy.

After leaving the restaurant, he had drunk alcohol and couldn’t drive, so I had to take him home.

On the car, I glanced at him, “Where have you been living recently?” After the divorce, I hadn’t paid

attention to him anymore, so naturally, I didn’t know where he had been staying recently.

“Water Villa.” He spoke, leaning back in his chair, his knuckles prominent as he pinched the bridge of

his nose, his voice tinged with fatigue.

I hummed in agreement, started the car, and drove straight towards the direction of Water Villa.

The night in River City was a magnificent sight of city lights cradled by mountains, as well as a chilling

beauty of biting cold wind. Along the way, Walter drove with the window down, glancing at the city lights

flashing by outside the car window. In the middle of the night, River City was a perfect blend of hustle

and tranquility. Some people were downing beers with barbecues, chatting about life’s ups and downs

with a few good friends over alcohol, while others were already asleep in the darkness, their snores

filling the air.

When passing through the bustling area of the city, almost all the shops on both sides of the road were

still open. Not knowing what Walter had seen, he suddenly said, “Stop the car.

I paused for a moment, slowed down the car, glanced at him sideways, puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

He turned his head to look at me, perhaps due to the dim street light, his gaze was somewhat blurred.

He only glanced at me once, then pointed to the pastry shop by the road that hadn’t closed yet and

said, “I

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want something sweet.”

I was a bit surprised, you know, this person never used to eat desserts. I guess he must have had

some alcohol and was feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, wanting to eat something to cushion it.

Thinking about. it, he only drank alcohol at the dinner table just now and didn’t eat much. His stomach

must be feeling uncomfortable now.

Thinking of this, I pulled the car over. Seeing that he wanted to get out, I held him back and said, “Wait

in the car for me, I’ll go buy it.”