Chapter 3

3 After getting the divorce papers, I went south alone.

I didn't contact my family for three years.

Recently, they contacted me to tell me that Chase and Sarah were getting married.

Sarah made the call.

"Taylor, come to my wedding. Only with you there will I feel less guilty."

I was silent for a long time before saying, "Okay."

The day I arrived home was sunny and pleasant.

As I walked in with my suitcase, Sarah rushed out of her room.

"Taylor!"

Her steps were light and quick.

Despite the autumn chill, she only wore a thin nightgown.

Chase followed her, carrying slippers and a jacket.

"Why can't you remember to wear shoes? Next time, I'll…"

He stopped abruptly.

He saw me.

This was our first meeting since the divorce.

I should have greeted him, at least out of politeness.

I turned to him and nodded slightly.

After three years, Chase looked the same.

Except his eyes were less cold and more tender.

He nodded and then looked away, putting the jacket on Sarah.

"Talk to her, I have work to attend to."

Sarah approached me, affectionately putting her arm around mine.

"I was really afraid you wouldn't come. We're having a dress fitting tomorrow; will you come with me?"

I said flatly, "I have something to do tomorrow."

Sarah frowned, "Something important?"

"Yes, very important."

She thought for a moment, "Then let's reschedule to the day after tomorrow. Finish early tomorrow and come back…"

"I'm not staying home," I interrupted, "Tell Mom and Dad I'm busy these days and won't be home."

Then, I pulled my suitcase and left without looking back.

Not far away, a car slowly stopped in front of me.

The window rolled down, revealing Chase's handsome face.

"Get in, I'll take you."

I politely refused, "Thank you, no need."

He was persistent. If I didn't get in, he would follow me.

"It's hard to hail a cab here, get in."

Seeing the endless road ahead, I finally gave in.

I got into the car and gave him my address.

He frowned slightly, "Why aren't you staying at the Golden Bay?"

"I don't like it."

The Golden Bay apartment was given to me during the divorce.

But he didn't know I'd already sold it.

Chase's eyes darkened, but he didn't ask further.

When we reached the building, I got out, and Chase followed.

He carried my suitcase, but didn't offer it to me, "Let's go."

"I can manage myself."

I tried to take the suitcase but couldn't.

He looked around the surroundings, "Are you having financial difficulties?"

This place was far inferior to the Golden Bay.

"No."

He walked straight inside, "Which building? Which floor?"

Chase was persistent; he was determined to get things done his way.

I didn't insist, walking silently ahead.

We went up in the elevator.

Standing at my door, I took the suitcase, "Thank you, it's not convenient today, I won't invite you in."

"Wait."

I turned around.

"How have you been all these years?"

Looking into his earnest eyes, I felt a moment of disorientation.

I couldn't recall him ever speaking to me this way.

Just as I was about to speak, the door suddenly opened.

A tall, handsome man unexpectedly appeared.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a long, lean physique, he exuded an aura of raw masculinity.

He stretched out his arm, pulling me into his embrace, "Why so late, huh?"

He was about to kiss me.

Just as his lips brushed mine, Chase's angry voice boomed from behind,

"What are you doing?!"

But the man didn't stop; he gave me a deep kiss before slowly turning to Chase, his arms still around me.

His words were directed at me: "I was gone for only a short time, and you found someone new already? You're such a handful~"

I pushed him away, but he remained firm.

I could only look at Chase, "We can talk about this later."

Chase's hands clenched into fists, his lips pressed together.

This was a sign of his anger.

But before he could erupt, I was pulled inside the apartment and the door closed.