Chapter 11
Kayson put the box containing the bracelet into the drawer of the passenger seat.
Before closing the drawer, he saw the document and pondered when it had been put in.
I racked my brain, but I couldn’t come up with any ideas.
He was about to take it out and have a look when he received a call from Luella.
“Kayson, my parents left, and my friend heard that they want to celebrate with me after I was discharged from the hospital. Are you done with your work? Do you want to come over and play together?”
This time, Kayson did not hesitate and refused directly.
Luella’s mood instantly became despondent, and she was about to act coquettishly when she found
an excuse to have a meeting.
After hanging up the phone, he pushed the drawer closed and drove home.
The once lively villa is unusually quiet today.
Kayson looked around and noticed that there were many things missing in the living room.
The tie that fell on the coffee table a few months ago, the water cup on the dining table, the cushion
on the sofa…
They were all insignificant little things that Greta had bought.
If it were in the past, he wouldn’t have noticed.
For some reason, he was keenly aware that something was wrong this time, so he stopped the
butler and asked.
“How come so many things were missing from home?”
“The ladies all threw it away.”
After the elderly butler respectfully replied, he looked up and hesitated before speaking.
“Sir, are you really going to divorce with your wife…”
“Kayson, on a snowy day like this, I knew you would definitely be at home! How long has it been since you last hung out with the guys? Come on, let’s go out and have a drink together!”
Several young gentlemen entered the door, linking arms and shoulders, pulling Kayson along without saying a word, and headed outside.
The word “marriage” that had not yet been mentioned faded away in the midst of voices.
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Although they were drinking, a few brothers were concerned about Kayson’s health and only dared to serve him a few glasses of plain water.
He looked at a few people who were playing games, took a sip, took out his phone, found Greta, and edited a paragraph.
“Did you go out today? Where did you go? What time will you be back? Send me the address, I will come to pick you up later. The road is slippery due to the snow, be careful while walking, don’t slip
and fall.”
Before the send button was pressed, the brother who had just finished a phone call beside him changed his expression.
He grabbed Kayson by the arm and shouted at the few people in front of the table, his tone incredibly urgent.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go! Change the venue, there’s something new and exciting to see!”
