To him, she was like a bright star, and it took him a lot of effort before taking her away and hiding her from anyone else. He was utterly uneasy now that she had reappeared in the sky.
The sun had set. After the long trip, Eileen was exhausted.
“Let’s talk, Fremont.”
“Why don’t we go home and talk? Helga made some soup. I’ve had the luggage you stored at the hotel fetch back.”
“OK.”
She wasn’t surprised. After all, he had ruined her career and future. There was nothing he wouldn’t do.
At the street corner, she saw a few middle school students just released from classes, beaming with grins. Though it was already cold late autumn, there were still a few of them who wore nothing but thin jackets.
Suddenly, she thought of Fremont in the past. Back then, his student uniform was washed out. Though he was tall, he was so thin due to insufficient nutrition. When he held her in his arms, she could even feel his protruding ribs.
How things changed. Now, he sat next to her in a suit, rotating the wedding ring on his finger. As his head dropped, she couldn’t see his eyes and didn’t know what he was thinking.
His gaze falling upon her purple dress soon turned deeper.
They arrived at the villa.
In the next second, Coco meowed and darted out from the courtyard.
Coco had always been a wild one, throwing herself at Eileen whenever Eileen’s footsteps rang out.
And now, Eileen was pregnant. Though she had booked an abortion, she instinctively shielded her abdomen with a hand due to maternal instincts.
Luckily, Coco didn’t throw herself at Eileen today.
She came to an abrupt stop at Eileen’s feet, looked up, and rubbed her head against Eileen’s leg with a meow.
Eileen crouched down and stroked her head. “I’m back, Coco.”
Helga walked out with a smile. “Finally, Mrs. Woodward, you’re back. Mr. Woodward has been drinking these days without you around. Don’t leave again.”
Little did Helga know that she came back just to leave again.
She had acted too impulsively three days ago.
Let alone the marriage, she and Fremont had been together for eighteen years. Of course, a divorce couldn’t put an end to everything.
Chelsea claimed the villa Fremont had bought for her, enjoying the life of Mrs. Woodward, while her account held just 8,000 dollars.
Why?
She refused to be a lovestruck fool who opted to leave with nothing. Fremont must give her everything she deserved—plus interest—in the divorce.
They were no longer the pair of broke lovebirds living in the slums anymore, and it’d take a while to completely untangle their assets.
She took off her clothes and went to the bathroom.
Fremont breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the sound of the running water.
Now that Eileen was back, this place finally felt like home again.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he went to the balcony and called Alfred. “Get me everything you can find out about Eileen’s days in Palsbury. I wanna know who she met and what she did. Also, get me her spending records, too.”
“OK.”
“Also, prepare a grand fireworks display.”
“Alright.”
Soon, Alfred sent him Eileen’s spending records in Palsbury.
She paid for the presidential suite and the two round-trip plane tickets—that was all.
She didn’t spend a penny during her stay in Palsbury.
Someone had deliberately erased her traces, and Alfred couldn’t even find out which hotel she had stayed there.
None of her friends were this good.
Fremont’s gut told him it was a man.
The wood scent he had smelt on her was so unique. No woman would ever choose to wear such perfume.
Fremont was on the verge of losing it at the thought that she had been staying with another man and even came back with his perfume. Maybe it was just business, but he didn’t give a damn at all.
Who was that fucking man?
Eileen took a bath and walked into the walk-in closet in a robe.
Her slender yet curvaceous body underneath the robe was nothing but tempting.
All his friends bragged about how many women they had been with, pursuing a sense of novelty with different female companionships.
But Fremont could never relate. He could never get tired of being with Eileen.
“Eily…”
He pressed against her body from behind, and Eileen knew exactly that it meant he wanted her.
She trembled instinctively as he placed his hand on her abdomen.
Then she pushed him away. “What are you doing?”
The dim light cast shadows on his striking face. He lowered his gaze, his lashes concealing the sullenness in his eyes, and then he stepped forward and wedged a leg between her legs.
Meanwhile, he gripped her chin, confining her between him and the closet, his intimidating aura overwhelming her.
She suddenly felt that she didn’t recognize him anymore.
Even his voice carried a hint of danger. “Eily, tell me. Did you go see a man in Palsbury? Who was he?”
Eileen didn’t know about Welburn’s real identity. Back then, the investors had simply told her to mentor a newcomer in showbiz.
After these days, she could tell Welburn came from a rich family.
Not wanting to cause him trouble, she said instinctively, “None of your business.”
Fremont traced her lips with his finger. As he was against the light, she couldn’t make up the domineering, even frightening possessiveness look on his face.
“Don’t be so cruel to me, Eily.”
“Fremont, you didn’t tell me when you let Chelsea have your baby, did you? What right do you have to ask me about anything? Does it matter to you which man I was with?”
Of course, it did. It was driving him crazy!
He skimmed her lips and then her tender, fair face with his thumb. She was so perfect, and he wouldn’t let anyone take her away from him.
“Let go.” She wanted to push him away, only to be caught by the wrist.
He effortlessly pressed her against the closet, sucking her earlobe.
She had just taken a bath, and the rose scent lingering was nothing but familiar to him.
He and Eileen had completely different personalities.
He was cold, old-fashioned, rigid, and hated changes, always frowning at new things.
In contrast, she was bold, fiery, tough, and craved thrills and novelty. She’d thrive even in the toughest times.
Even though he was already standing atop the pyramid of power, the inferiority in his bones still made him terrified of losing her.
He hated changes, and he didn’t want her to change.
“Eily…” There was a trace of obsession in his voice.
Sucking her earlobe, he ran the tip of his tongue upward, wetting the soft fuzz inside her ear.
Meanwhile, he slid his calloused fingers along her thigh, making her burn at his touch.
Feeling her trembling body, he said, his voice hoarse, “Eily, I’m the one who loves you the most in this world. Don’t ever try to escape. You can’t.”
