After getting on the car, Rochester folded his legs and sat on a pure black leather seat. The extended carriage was spacious and comfortable, enough to create a social distance between them without disturbing each other. The atmosphere turned cold.
Jane didn't know if they had talked about divorce in the study. After sitting quietly for a while, he turned around and asked him, "Did your mom say anything to you?" Rochester glanced over and said indifferently, "What did you say?"
It seemed that it was not mentioned.
Jane twisted the tip of his left fingertip with his right hand and paused for a few seconds before speaking, "There's only one month left."
She had just started speaking when Rochester's phone rang. He slowly withdrew his gaze from Jane and answered the call.
She didn't know who called, but his answer was brief. His gaze fell outside the window, and his profile showed a cold and indifferent expression.
Hang up the phone, Rochester asked the driver to pull over.
The car stopped steadily, and Jane heard his indifferent voice: "Get off the car. I have something else to do, and a car will come to pick you up later."
Jane subconsciously asked, "Where are you going so late?"
Upon hearing this, Rochester lifted her eyelids and cast an inexplicable glance over her cheek. She coldly tugged at the corner of her lips and said, "Too much to worry about, Mrs. Rochester."
Like a bucket of cold water, it covered Jane's face and poured a piercing chill all over her body.
She curled up her fingers for a moment, silently opened the car door, and got off halfway.
Bentley drove away from her eyes, and the empty road at night was soon left with only the high yellow light projected by the street lamps. There was only one lamp at a long distance, dim and confused, and the surroundings were very dim.
There was still a distance from the city center here, with no village in front and no shops behind. The wind was a bit strong, rustling in the treetops.
Jane forgot to wear a scarf, and the cold wind blew into her neck and penetrated her bone marrow through the gaps in her sweater. She called a car on her phone app, got in, and left.
When Jane arrived home, Mrs. C had already returned and kindly handed her slippers. She glanced behind her and said, "Madam, didn't Second Young Master come back with you?"
"Hmm. "Jane changed her shoes and was about to go upstairs when she remembered something. She took Mrs. C to the room where the cat was kept and instructed her on how to take care of her..
The room was filled with cat supplies, including fully automatic feeders, litter boxes, and things like a tree.
Mrs. C looked at it with astonishment and said, "You have so many cats, wouldn't Second Young Master be happy?"
"You close the room door and don't let the cat run out. "Jane said." If he's not happy, he's not happy. The adult world can't make him happy every moment
."
She used to be easy to talk to before, and she didn't know if it's because of the grudges from last time, but Mrs. C awkwardly closed her mouth.
Rochester didn't come home all night.
He hadn't returned in the following days either.
If it weren't for seeing his news in various media every day, Jane would have suspected that he might have accidentally died somewhere.
Just a few days after Rochester returned, it caused quite a stir in the financial industry, and everyone was speculating about the purpose of this new Wall Street tycoon's return.
["Magnificent return, causing great turbulence in the local investment banking market."]
According to insider information, Beck was about to step down as the president of H Bank, and the second son was quietly returning, suspected of competing for the family business. Even the young medical staff in Jane's department were gossiping during lunch.
"So the second son of the Z family is so handsome, handsome and powerful. I love you."
Angelia said, "Which round did you fall in love with? He's already married."
"Is it really fake? Getting married so young."
"Of course it's true! I've seen it before, real people are much more handsome than photos. When he married his wife back then, the wedding was grand, didn't you know?"
Angelia's tone sounded familiar with Rochester, and Jane looked up at her.
Although she entered the same hospital and department in the same year, Angelia had always been at odds with her.
Moreover, when Jane married Rochester, she did not graduate from school and did not go to the hospital. She had no maternal family, only Emily had relatives and friends on the bride's side.
"You haven't seen that divine image, have you? "Angelia said." Just the ring exchange at the wedding, the bride wearing a hazy veil, the side view, and the atmosphere, I tell you, it's absolutely amazing."
"Come on, come on, I'll search for you."
She pulled out photos from old news online and a few people gathered together to discuss and chatter.
"Although I can't see my face clearly, this bone image is clearly a beautiful woman."
"I really want to know who it is."
"Hey, Dr. Jane, why does this profile look a bit like yours?"
Jane remained expressionless and said, "You must have read it wrong."
"Come on."Angelia rolled her big eyes." She doesn't have such a good life. She still wants to marry into a wealthy family."
There wasn't even a ripple on Jane's face: "How did you know I didn't have such a good life?"
As soon as Angelia was about to say something, a nurse slapped her thigh firmly and said, "With Dr. Jane 's face and professional abilities, marrying into a wealthy family is so easy."
Angelia sneered, "It's been two years. Have you seen her husband? If she really marries into a wealthy family, how could she not show off?"
"Yeah, Dr. Jane, when will you bring your husband out to meet us?"
Jane put down dinner and wiped her mouth, saying, "Ghost marriage. I'm afraid I'll scare you if I bring it out."
She calmly picked up her plate and left, leaving behind stunned faces.
In the evening, after Jane finished work, Mrs. C had already prepared dinner. The table was full of dishes, very sumptuous, but there were many ingredients that Jane didn't like, such as eggplants and bamboo shoots.
Jane asked her to do less, and she argued, "If you don't eat, Second Young Master also wants to eat."
"He can't eat twelve dishes alone."
Jane was a person with a good temper. Whenever someone treated her well, she tended to be very considerate.
She didn't like to have conflicts with people, and often as long as others didn't go too far, she wouldn't make things difficult. But once it closed her heart to someone, it's difficult to open it again.
"You don't need to be thrifty, but don't be too extravagant and wasteful."
Mrs. C muttered softly, "All these are from the Second Young Master's money. If we make them for him to eat, how can we waste them?"
Jane ate his meal slowly and said, "My hearing is fine. If you want to read in fragments, stay away."
Mrs. C just shut up.
As the meal was almost finished and Rochester hadn't returned, Mrs. C looked at the door several times and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to give Master a call? It's been a few days, isn't he going home today?"
Jane: "If you think of him that way, why don't you call him yourself?"
Mrs. C's expression was awkward: 'I didn't mean it that way."
Suddenly, the sound of a car echoed in the courtyard, and Mrs. C was delighted: "Has Second Young Master returned?"
She hurriedly ran to open the door, and Jane's gaze turned to the doorway.
Mrs. C opened the door, and the driver L held a cardboard box and said to Jane from a distance, "Madam, the thing you left in the car that day, Second Young Master asked me to bring it back to you."
"Put it there."
Driver L left the box at the door and didn't come in. He was about to turn around and leave when Jane asked, "Where has he been staying these days?"