Surviving Divorce Her Miraculous Second Chance - Season 2 Episode 30

The next day.

We woke up close to noon, his long arms tightly wrapped around me. If it hadn’t been for Reid’s call, I would have doubted he would let me get up.

I told him that there were still matters to be dealt with, and that I had to fly back to River City that night.

He let go of me, also got up with me, saying he would join me for lunch.

I was conflicted about my relationship with Raymon, I didn’t know what kind of relationship it was.

Our relationship was like that of adults, naturally falling into place. He didn’t make any specific promises to me, nor were there any excessive vows of love. It couldn’t even be classified as a normal relationship. So, what was I? I really didn’t know!

But every time I faced him, I didn’t know how to refuse.

Being with him, I didn’t need to do anything, it all inexplicably made me feel comfortable.

He didn’t ask me again if I was willing, he just did it, very domineering.

So, I didn’t dare to ask him for confirmation, what were we?

When I returned to River City, it was late at night again, and I was so tired that I didn’t want to say a word. My mother looked at me with a pained expression and shook her head helplessly, “Cass, why are you pushing yourself so hard? Why don’t you come back home with your father and me? Life is short, isn’t it good to be comfortable and happy?”

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Yeah! Wasn’t comfort and happiness good?

But River City held too much of my reluctance, discontent, and inability.

The present me, with the arrow on the string, how could I not let it fly? I must win back my ten years of youth.

After signing the contract for that entire project, it seemed as if I saw. Oswald struggling fiercely in my net. After all, he couldn’t escape anymore. Well, I’ll just let you bounce around slowly!

Before I got off work, I called my mom and told her I wouldn’t be home for dinner. I planned to hang out with Eleanor to relax a bit.

Coincidentally, Eleanor also wanted to talk to me about Marsh. It was a win–win situation.

“We haven’t gone out together in a long time,” Eleanor said excitedly, “Let’s be a bit bourgeois! Let’s go to the revolving restaurant and enjoy the Fanchion cuisine while looking at the river view!”

Of course, I didn’t object, so we agreed to meet at the entrance.

When we walked into the restaurant and chose our seats, we surprisingly saw that familiar figure. However, he was not alone, there was a woman sitting across from him.

My entire body’s nerves instantly ten