yasinovel Chapter 411 - 404: Is She Really That Heartless?
Chapter 411 - 404: Is She Really That Heartless?
Her eyes still closed, she fumbled for her phone, swiping the screen to answer by feel alone.
"Hello?" Her voice was light and cheerful.
The person on the other end seemed to freeze for a moment after hearing her voice, then finally spoke. "Hello. It’s me."
The man’s voice was deep and husky, sounding exceptionally sexy and pleasant in the dead of night. But Autumn Shelby reacted as if she’d been startled, her eyes flying open. The cheerful light that had just been in them vanished, and her good mood evaporated in an instant.
"You... why are you calling at this hour?" Her tone was flat, her attitude clearly not good.
He was silent for two seconds before speaking again. "I just had a moment, so I thought I’d call. You..."
"That thing I called you about last time, is it all taken care of?" Autumn Shelby ignored whatever he was about to say, cutting him off to ask about what was on her mind.
"It’s done. But... why did you want everything dealt with except for your depression case file and records?" His questioning tone held a faint, probing suspicion.
"It’s nothing." Autumn Shelby, however, just brushed him off with two simple words. "Don’t call me in the middle of the night anymore. Don’t you know there’s a time difference?"
"Okay, I won’t call you in the middle of the night again," the man agreed good-naturedly. "Also, I wanted to ask when you’re coming back. When you left, you said you’d be back in a week. It’s been almost two weeks now. You..."
"God, you’re so annoying. If I’m not back, it’s obviously because I’m not done yet." Autumn Shelby’s tone became clearly impatient. "I’m done talking. I’m going to sleep. Hanging up."
"Autumn, wait, do you want to hear..." the man began urgently, but Autumn Shelby had already hung up.
Autumn Shelby’s good mood was completely ruined by the phone call. She tossed her phone onto the nightstand, ripped the face mask from her face, and threw it into the trash can.
「...」
It was early morning in Port Calla, Veridia, U.S.A. Inside a standalone villa, a man held a phone, his expression dejected. After a long moment, he slowly lowered the phone, his gaze shifting to a spot in the distance, where it remained fixed for a long time.
’When she first answered the phone, she’d sounded like she was in a great mood. But the moment she heard his voice, she immediately became distant.’
’When he asked when she was coming back, she immediately became impatient.’
’Does she really not want to come back? Is she really that heartless, abandoning them to go find that other man?’
After just a moment, the man seemed to have decided something, and the dejection in his eyes turned into determination...
「...」
「Early the next morning.」
In the bedroom of Seth Quinn’s villa at The Millennium Grand, Clara Grant slowly began to stir. Her consciousness gradually returned, but she didn’t open her eyes.
’My memory seems to be in pieces. Yesterday, after leaving the Quinn Family estate, I went to The Tuberose to drink, and after that... I don’t remember anything.’
’So where am I now? Still at The Tuberose? But are the sofas at The Tuberose really this comfortable?’
’And it’s so quiet in the room. Wasn’t music playing when I was drinking? Who turned it off?’
With that thought, Clara Grant opened her eyes.
What met her eyes was a familiar ceiling and chandelier. Although she had only stayed here a few times, she was still somewhat familiar with the place.
Clara Grant was surprised for a moment. ’How did I end up back at Seth Quinn’s place?’
She sat up abruptly, but her head began to throb with immense pain. She reached up and pressed her temples, her eyes glancing toward the other side of the bed.
’Thank God, no one’s here!’