He asked her what to do, but didn’t he think about it back when they hadn’t divorced yet, he was already messing around with Grace Lynch, what was she supposed to do then.
"Caring about it is your business, there’s no possibility between us anymore."
She finished speaking and calmly hung up the phone.
Nathaniel Quinn stared at his phone with a burning sensation in his eyes, last night he had a dream.
Dreamt of young Eleanor Hollis jumping into the water without hesitation to save him, dreamt of him desperately clinging to her neck.
At that time, Eleanor’s face was full of determination, she told him not to fear, she would save him, but she herself was swept away by the current.
When Nathaniel woke up, he was filled with regret, the person he should have cherished most was the one he married, yet he neglected her for five years.
Perhaps not only neglected, he clearly remembered how excessive his family had been to Eleanor Hollis in those five years.
And that lost child, that belonged to him and Eleanor Hollis.
Every time he thought of this, a pang of ache would hit his heart.
Between them was not just the distance of five years, but also that child, when Eleanor just finished giving birth and learned the child was stillborn, her spirit had been poor.
At that time, she very much needed family support, but she hardly had any family, the Hollis Family had long given up on her.
As her husband, he continually belittled and ridiculed her.
That period must have been the darkest time in her life.
Nathaniel slowly sat down, with a sour ache in his heart.
"Nathaniel, I’ve taken a liking to a handbag, can you buy it for me?"
On the large bed behind him, a young girl slowly entwined around his shoulder, acting coquettishly by his ear.
This was a girl he met tonight at KTV, who looked very much like Eleanor Hollis, obedient and cute.
Seeing her for just an instant, his heart trembled, without any hesitation he brought her back.
But upon hearing her say this sentence, he finally understood, no matter how much she looked like her, she was not Eleanor Hollis.
For five years, Eleanor Hollis had never asked him for a single thing, the only time she asked was on the night they divorced.
And not only did he not grant it, the words he spoke stabbed her heart like a knife.
Only now does Nathaniel realize how excessive he had been, no wonder she detested him so, it was all he deserved.
"Nathaniel, will you buy me that bag?"
The girl’s eyes sparkled brightly, the corners of her mouth curved into a lovely arc.
Nathaniel directly took out a card, "Charge whatever you like."
"Nathaniel, you’re the best."
The girl generously pressed a kiss to his lips, her happy eyes turned into crescents.
All over her body, the thing that resembled Eleanor Hollis the most was these eyes.
Nathaniel stared blankly for a moment, finally awkwardly averting his gaze.
The room door was kicked open, Grace Lynch stood angrily at the entrance.
She had only been away for an afternoon, yet Nathaniel had brought another woman into this villa, wasn’t this supposed to be her place with him?
The girl on the bed, seeing someone enter, quickly pulled the nearby blanket over herself, covering the deep marks on her body.
Grace walked up to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her outside, her nails digging into the girl’s flesh.
"Let go of me, who are you, sobbing, let go of me."
Tears streamed down the girl’s face, she looked so pitiful.
Grace grew even angrier, having been with her man, but now playing the victim, how amusing.
"This is my place! You ask who I am?! You shameless woman! How dare you stoop to being a mistress! Get out!!"
Grace almost lost her mind, especially upon seeing the girl clutching a card, jealousy filled her chest.
Lately, she’s accompanied Nathaniel countless times, this man hasn’t given her a thing, yet he gave this girl a card.
That should have been hers!
The blanket was pulled off the girl, her fair skin exposed to the air.
The marks on it made Grace’s pupils contract, gripping the girl’s wrist harder.
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"Sob, Nathaniel, please do something about this madwoman."
The girl fell into Nathaniel’s arms, revealing her scarred wrist.
Several bloody marks inflicted by Grace’s nails, terrifying to behold.
Nathaniel spoke, a hint of impatience between his brows, he had originally thought to keep this woman by his side as a tool for venting, but she took herself too seriously.
Grace stiffened at his shout, staring at him in disbelief.
"Nathaniel, this is our place, how can you bring other women here, weren’t you planning to keep me by your side, why let this woman lie on our bed."
Grace’s blood was almost freezing, she had divorced Hugo Quinn, now the only one she could rely on was Nathaniel.
"Grace, this is my house, who I want here is my freedom, I don’t need your chatter."
Nathaniel held onto the girl’s wrist, gently stroking it, "Don’t move, I’ll apply some medicine for you later."
Perhaps it was her eyes, so similar to Eleanor Hollis’, that he softened his tone.
The girl looked triumphantly at Grace, a smile curved her lips as she nestled into Nathaniel’s arms.
"Nathaniel, you’re the best."
Grace’s eyes stung from the scene, her fist slowly clenched.
"Nathaniel, must you be so cruel to me? After all these years of liking me, is there really no affection left?"
She truly couldn’t believe how quickly he had changed.
Just a short time ago, he was proclaiming eternal promises to her, now he’s cuddling another woman, showing warmth and concern.
Nathaniel’s eyes were filled with mockery, tenderly holding the girl in his arms.
"You think I’m cruel to you, but have you ever thought about how cruel we were to Eleanor? Right after she gave birth, she almost fell into depression."
Grace’s complexion turned pale as she stepped back, could this man actually be feeling sorry for Eleanor Hollis?
She closely examined the girl on the bed, finally noticing her resemblance to Eleanor Hollis, particularly those eyes, as if they could speak.
Grace suddenly realized why this girl caught Nathaniel’s favor.
How laughable, does this man now want to win back Eleanor Hollis?
"Back then, you were the one tailing me, it was you who initiated things between us, even if we’ve wronged Eleanor, that was your doing. Now you’re holding this woman who looks so much like her, playing the drama of deep affection, thinking it can move her? Nathaniel, no woman can tolerate a man who doesn’t control himself."