From start to finish, Wendy Lawson had no power to fight back, just like their vanished relationship. She looked at Owen Brown with nothing but hatred in her eyes.
Owen Brown let go of her, snering,"Trying to get close to John Smith? Do you really think you have what it takes? Everyone in our circle knows he's extremely picky and doesn't get involved with women easily. Besides…Wendy Lawson, you're so stiff even when kissed. How could you handle it when a man actually takes off your clothes? Could you bear it?"
Wendy Lawson didn't want to look at his face. She lowered her gaze."That's my business, not yours!"she said coldly.
Owen Brown looked down at her, his voice smooth and venomous."Or maybe you just can't get over me. You're trying to get close to John Smith and flaunt it in front of me. Do you think I'd care?"
Wendy Lawson felt sick to her stomach. She raised her eyes to meet his."Owen Brown, if it weren't for you framing my father, I couldn't care less who you marry. Don't be so self-righteous."
Owen Brown's eyes locked on hers.
Wendy Lawson forced herself to keep staring back. She wasn't willing to show any weakness in front of him.
After a long silence, Owen Brown's lips curled into a mocking smile."Wendy Lawson, you will willingly come back to me. We'll see who's right."
With that, he opened the door and left.
The heavy wooden door slammed with a loud"bang,"shaking slightly on its hinges. Wendy Lawson's legs felt weak. She leaned against the wall, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks. Owen Brown was truly ruthless.
Four years of relationship, all she had done for him, and all she got in return was betrayal.
Only now did Wendy Lawson finally understand: Owen Brown had only ever seen her as a plaything, never intending to marry her. And all the while, she had been naively dreaming of their wedding.
Tears rolled down Wendy Lawson's face as she laughed bitterly at herself.
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"Wendy Lawson."
Vivian's voice pulled her from her thoughts. Wendy Lawson wiped away her tears and looked up, freezing for a moment.
At the door, besides Vivian and her husband, stood John Smith.
John Smith had changed into a fresh outfit, a dark blue shirt and iron-gray trousers—an impeccable business look.
Vivian was clearly worried about Wendy Lawson, but she didn't mention Owen Brown at all. Instead, she explained,"It started raining suddenly, so we can't continue with golf for now."
Her husband chimed in,"Yeah, it's really pouring out. Maybe we'll pick it up another time. Lawyer Smith, perhaps you could give Wendy Lawson a ride home? Vivian and I just happen to have something else to take care of."
John Smith glanced at Wendy Lawson, his eyes briefly noting the redness around her eyes, his expression unreadable.
After a moment, he said indifferently,"It's no trouble."
Vivian let out a sigh of relief but felt a pang of sympathy for Wendy Lawson.
Wendy Lawson didn't have much of a choice. She followed John Smith out.
Outside, the wind was howling, and lightning cracked across the dark sky. The parking lot was uncovered, and John Smith went to fetch the car.
A moment later, his golden Bentley slowly pulled up in front of Wendy Lawson. She had no umbrella and certainly didn't dare ask John Smith to step out and get her. She quickly walked the few steps to the car, but her clothes were already soaked halfway through.
Sitting down in the car, she felt uneasy, worried that John Smith might be displeased.
John Smith glanced at her briefly but said nothing, starting the engine instead.
The club was located halfway up a hill, and the car had to loop around several times to reach the bottom. Inside, the air conditioning was on, and soon Wendy Lawson was shivering from the cold, her lips turning pale.
As they stopped at a red light, John Smith took off his jacket and threw it at her."Put it on,"he said.
Wendy Lawson quietly thanked him.
As soon as she wrapped herself in the jacket, she felt much warmer, but John Smith didn't turn off the air conditioning. He remained focused on the road.
The rain had caused heavy traffic, and they had to wait through several green lights without moving.
John Smith lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke. As if casually, he asked,"How long were you with Owen Brown?"
Wendy Lawson was caught off guard for a moment.
But she answered truthfully,"Four years."
John Smith seemed surprised. His gaze flickered over her long, pale legs, his eyes darkening slightly with a hint of desire.
He shifted in his seat, still appearing nonchalant."How many times have you slept together?"
Wendy Lawson was taken aback by his bluntness. Her face flushed red in embarrassment.
Seeing her reaction, John Smith chuckled softly, taking another drag of his cigarette. His expression remained calm, as if the question had been nothing more than small talk. Wendy, however, felt mortified.,