Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Rosalyn glanced at Neil, who was lying on the couch, swinging his feet and ordering Grace to pick up darts. “Teacher, if my husband sees you trashing his couch like this, he’ll definitely come over from the office and strangle you.”
Neil took a bite of his banana without a care in the world. “Once you guys leave, I’ll be the master of this castle. I can do whatever I want.”
Rosalyn gave him a disdainful look. “If it weren’t for you being my teacher, I would never let you into my house.”
Neil smiled mischievously. “If you don’t want me to mess up your home, then make a golden figurine for me according to my proportions.”
George, who was picking up darts with Grace, chimed in. “Rosalyn, it’s enough for me to watch the kids alone. Tell your bodyguard to kick him out.”
He deceived them for food and drinks, and now he wanted to deceive them for gold. Where was Neil’s conscience?
Rosalyn was about to reply when she saw Andrew enter with confident strides from the door.
She quickly turned her head to remind Neil to sit properly, only to find that Neil, who hadn’t even put on his shoes just now, was sitting up straight with his hands naturally resting on his knees. He had a serious and solemn expression, which shocked Rosalyn, George, and Grace.
After Andrew coldly surveyed the room without noticing anything. amiss, his gaze shifted past Neil and onto Rosalyn.
“The helicopter is here, let’s go.”
“Eva hasn’t arrived yet, let’s wait a bit longer.”
Before she finished speaking, Eva walked in with her suitcase,
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“Take me with you.”
Edith, wearing a champagne-colored long dress, stood gracefully and elegantly at the entrance.
“I’ve also suffered from depression and know how to overcome it. Take me with you, maybe I can help Ryan.”
Her beautiful face held a clear and confident smile, like the morning sun that could heal all things in the world..
They all fell into despair for the ones they loved, crawling through the mud, struggling in hell, and they developed depression because they couldn’t get out.
Edith and Ryan’s experiences are somehow similar. They both risked all of them, tried to love, but ultimately couldn’t have their loved ones.
However, Edith managed to break free and knew that the person she loved left her because he had no choice, it was inevitable. As for Ryan…
He also had to let go, but what’s even more cruel was that after he regained his memory, the person who once loved him and gave everything for him turned around and fell in love with someone else.
If Edith’s fall into hell was the eighth level, then Ryan was the eighteenth level. Who could accept that the person he loved for over a decade fell in love with someone else?
Edith could empathize with Ryan’s current despair, so when she heard about this, she immediately packed her bags and rushed over.
Not for anything else, but because when she was depressed and even contemplated suicide, she hoped that someone would be there to help her, even if they didn’t do anything, just being She didn’t know how Ryan managed to hold on until now, what beliefs supported him, but in any case, she didn’t want people suffering from this illness to feel powerless and die.
Rosalyn never expected Edith to come, but she knew a bit about Edith’s experience with depression. Perhaps she could really help Ryan.
“If you don’t mind the trouble, let’s go together then.”
Edith tilted her head and gave Rosalyn an elegant smile.
“Helping others only brings me joy, so how could it be a bother?”
She had also done charity work and helped many people who were deeply in despair. For her, it was just doing a good deed.
Her temperament was quite gentle and mild, she didn’t have the airs of a rich young lady, on the contrary, she was approachable. Rosalyn really liked her.
Rosalyn agreed, and Andrew naturally had no objections, they boarded the helicopter directly.
Around 7 pm that evening, the plane landed at Andrew’ private villa in the capital. Since it was dark, Rosalyn invited Eva and Edith to stay at her house.
As soon as Eva saw the cold and aloof Andrew, she felt a sense of panic, and Edith felt the same. They didn’t dare to stay in the same room as Andrew, so they decided to find a place to stay together.
Edith took Eva to her upscale apartment in the capital, a few hundred square meters, decorated in black, white and gray, with wine cabinets everywhere, which surprised Eva a bit. “This place doesn’t really match your style.”
Edith opened the wine cabinet and turned back, smiling at Eva. “Then what is my style?”
Eva leaned against the bar, sizing up Edith. “You look gentle and elegant, like the girl next door. I didn’t expect you to have a bossy style.” The surroundings and furniture were all typical of the business clite, cold and lacking any warmth.
Edith smiled and took out a bottle of wine. She used her fingers to pick up two tall glasses and handed them to Eva. “Eva, have a drink.” Eva reached out to take the glass of wine, hesitated for a moment, then quickly regained her composure. “It’s too late, I better drink less.”
A faint smile appeared on Edith’s elegant face. “Oh, are you afraid of revealing some secrets to me after drinking too much?”
“I don’t have any secrets to reveal.”
Edith tapped her glass against Eva’s. “Then have a few drinks with me and let’s see who reveals their secrets first.”
Eva couldn’t resist this challenge and immediately agreed. After a few drinks, she saw that Edith not only didn’t get drunk, but also remained composed, smiling at her. It was then that she realized Edith had a wild side beneath her gentle appearance, so she didn’t dare to drink anymore. “Forget it, I give up, I won’t drink anymore…” But Edith grabbed her with a smile. “Eva, if you give up, then you have to reveal your secrets.”
Eva thought it would have been better to stay at Rosalyn’s house. She made a mistake.
“What do you want to hear?”
Edith held her glass and turned around, leaning against the bar, looking out at the bustling traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Tell me about Paul.”
Eva dropped her gaze.
“Do you think I’m qualified to talk about Paul with my current state?”
Edith shifted her gaze back to Eva, who was doubting herself.
“As long as you’re willing.”
Her tone showed her disdain for societal norms, making Eva feel that Edith was more mature than her.
Yes, she had experienced passionate and heart-wrenching love, and she had suffered from depression. How could she hot be mature?
But the problem was, Eva didn’t know how to answer. She stared at the glass of red wine in her hand, remained silent for a while, and finally spoke up. “I won’t get married again.”
Without mentioning Paul, she gave an answer with just one sentence.
