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She turned off the TV, stood up, and headed towards the bedroom, tossing and turning but somehow unable to sleep.
Today she had seen him return and had planned to talk to him about Tristan Leaf, but, unexpectedly, they had quarreled and he turned around and left again.
At this moment, Joshua Sulliven was sitting in a black Bentley downstairs, leaning on the driver's seat, smoking one cigarette after another, his gaze fixed on a window flickering with pale light.
It wasn't until after twelve o'clock that the lights in the room finally went dark, and he slowly retracted his gaze.
Joshua Sullivan leaned back in the backrest, his eyes lowered to the bleak night, involuntarily remembering the expression on her face just a moment ago.
He wondered if she would also feel heartache and pain when she heard the reasons he had given for marrying her?
Remembering that instant of her stunned and hurt look, Joshua Sulliven didn't feel a bit of happiness.
