AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

After dinner, Christine wanted to stay a little longer with Raoul so she suggested going to karaoke.

As Roxane couldn’t wait to paint, she politely declined.

Raoul also said that he had to return home and prepare his final thesis. It was his fourth year. After the summer vacation, he would officially enter the company.

When Christine learned that Raoul was going to work on his thesis, she also urged him to return. She planned to return to the Moon Pavilion with Roxane.

Since Jessica was driving and had nothing else to do, she sent Raoul away.

When the car parked on the main road, it encountered a red light shortly after.

While waiting for the light to turn green, Jessica heard the sound of a horn. She looked at the rearview mirror in confusion. She wasn’t blocking anyone and she was in the right lane. Then, when her eyes swept to the car next to her, she saw Enzo looking at her from his sports car with a mischievous smile on his face. Then he turned his eyes towards Raoul.

Raoul noticed something was wrong so he asked:

– Do you know it?

“No,” Jessica replied with a grim expression.

At the same time, the light turns green.

With that, the sports car sped away, leaving a trail of smoke behind it.

Jessica: …Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“This Enzo is so lame. He should just give his name to Mr. Blade or something!”

…

As soon as Roxane returned to the Moon Pavilion, she immediately went to her studio.

Christine wanted to discuss with her how she should pursue Raoul, but when she saw that Roxane was busy, she tactfully returned to her room and asked for help on the Internet.

…

After painting all night, Roxane finally put down her brush when it was almost dawn. She stretched her limbs and moved her stiff shoulders. She still needed to touch up the paint slightly, but she decided to do it after getting some sleep. In any case, it would be done before noon.

She returned to her room and took a quick shower before quickly changing into her pajamas and crawling into bed. She fell asleep without even drying her hair.

…

In a dimly lit room, a woman was lying on the bed with a needle in her hand. His face was pale and haggard.

A little boy laid his head on the bedside and looked at the woman. His innocent eyes were filled with worry.

The woman gently caressed the little boy’s cheek. Her voice was incomparably soft as she slowly said:

– Don’t worry. Mom will be fine.

-Is dad going to visit mom? asked the little boy in a childish voice.

The woman’s eyes sparkled slightly before nodding.

– Yes…

The woman was about to speak again when the door suddenly opened.

Sebastien entered with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

When the little boy, who looked listless a moment ago, turned around and saw Sebastian, he immediately ran towards Sebastian and shouted excitedly:

– Dad !

Roxane opened her eyes and looked out the window in a daze. When she raised her hand and touched the corner of his eyes, it was wet. Even his pillow was wet.

She sat up and hugged her legs as tears flowed down her eyes like a broken faucet. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop her tears.

The woman in the dream was sweet and elegant. The little boy was innocent and cute.

When Sebastian leaned down to carry the little boy and stroked the little boy’s head, there was a slight smile on his face.

The dream scenes were like knives stabbing Roxane’s heart. It caused her so much pain that she could barely breathe.

It turned out that her Mr. Seb already had another person in his heart; it turned out he already had a son.

She didn’t understand why he would cheat on her and her feelings.

The more she cried, the sadder she became. Her face was red and stained with tears. His chest heaved heavily up and down; she had difficulty breathing. After a while, his head started to hurt.

In the end, she collapsed on the bed again and continued to cry out loud. She felt worse than when Diego left during the wedding. It was worse than when her brother hated her. It was worse than when she was being bullied.

She felt so uncomfortable that she felt like she was about to die.