When the autumn wind blew, William Hale felt a chill permeating his whole body.
The so-called 'long-cherished plan.'
It was meticulously schemed, step by step, painstakingly managed, and carefully planned. She was forced to leave home, every step orchestrated by him.
She would be scared, she would be angry—it was only natural.
"Mr. Hale, do you like me that much?" Zoe Bell asked indifferently.
"I told you before, my feelings for you have always been a long-cherished plan but back then, you didn't believe me."
William Hale felt the dryness in his throat. He looked up at the moon—so full, yet so distant and ethereal.
Just like his own marriage...
With no foundation of emotions, it wasn't solid—it was insubstantial.
——
At this moment, Wyatt Hale, who had come out to eavesdrop, was running out of patience.
He didn't dare to get too close. From afar, he couldn't hear clearly.
The most critical issue was:
So many mosquitoes!
