I can’t stand your tricks.
I’m not like you, I never deal with garbage collection.
So come and take your fiancé away immediately."
"What?" Zenia was stunned for a moment: "You mean... Hunter is with you?"
"Can’t even keep an eye on a man, what, you have the skill to snatch but not the ability to keep him?
I’ve already given up on this man, so don’t let him show up in front of me to annoy me anymore."
"Why does he..." Zenia’s voice was already tinged with tears.
Faye curled her lips: "He’s drunk, unconscious.
If you want to snatch, then take his heart along with it.
Don’t make me look down on you.
I’ll send you the address now, you can deal with it yourself."
After speaking, she hung up the phone.
Turning back to look at the couch in the living room, Faye’s face turned icy.
"How could a lowly person like me shelter a noble gentleman like you?
The noble Second Master Warren, fare thee well."
With that, she sat directly on the balcony, staring intently out the window.
When did it start that she seemed to stop talking as much?
Henry once said she changed, and now that she thinks about it, she indeed has changed.
In the past, she thought it was because she grew up, and her heart matured too.
But now she realizes, it’s the weight of experiences that have cooled her heart.
She didn’t know how much time passed before the doorbell rang.
Faye stood up and walked over to open the door.
Zenia appeared at the door with a worried look on her face.
She looked at Faye, hesitating as if she was afraid: "Faye, where’s Hunter."
Zenia entered crying, pushing Hunter: "Hunter, wake up, wake up, I’m here to take you home."
Faye stood by the door with her arms crossed, looking at Zenia’s back: "He’ll forget about coming here today when he wakes up tomorrow.
Are you sure you want to wake him up now, and let him know he came looking for me?"
Zenia froze, then looked back at her.
After hesitating for a moment, Zenia began to support Hunter.
But she was too petite to lift him.
Helpless, she turned to look at Faye: "Faye, can you help me?"
Faye shrugged: "What a coincidence, I’m not like some people, I never touch another’s man."
Zenia bit her lip, distressed: "Faye, why are you targeting me with every word, I..."
"Targeting you? You’re not worthy."
She raised her wrist to check the time: "I’ll give you three more minutes to take him away.
Because I need my beauty sleep.
If you can’t get him out, just leave him here.
But I won’t guarantee what might happen after tonight.
He was muttering about regrets when he came in earlier."
Zenia gritted her teeth, using all her strength to drag the drunken Hunter, slowly pulling him toward the door.
The moment their feet left Henry’s house.
Faye immediately shut the door.
Zenia panted as she stood at the closed security door, her eyes shadowed and gloomy.
Faye leaned her back against the door, her heart filled with desolation.
She couldn’t bring herself to generously wish them well, but she refused to cling shamelessly either.
What’s past must remain in the past.
In the morning, Hunter woke to find himself lying beside Zenia.
He sat up abruptly, looking at her with displeasure: "Why are you here?"
Zenia blushed: "Hunter, this is my home."
Hunter frowned: "What’s going on, why did I come to your place last night?"
"I don’t know either, but you were already drunk when you arrived," Zenia said, pulling the covers off as she got out of bed.