Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
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Chapter 361 The Flowers of Springbury were Beautiful.

William slightly furrowed his brows, glanced at Rachel, and with a dull look, nodded at me, saying, "I understand."

After speaking, he handed the phone to Rachel, his voice calm as he said, "Ms. Martin, take care of your phone."

Rachel looked at him, holding back tears in her eyes, slowly reached out to take the phone, and kept her gaze on him as he walked away.

Seeing her like this, I suppressed my emotions and said, "Rachel, do you remember how our substitute English teacher, who taught us six years ago, died?"

She withdrew her gaze, looking at me with a hint of resentment, "Don't compare me to her. I won't interfere with his marriage. All I want is to look at him a few more times. I'm not the third party."

I was somewhat falling apart, "But he's married. Even if you just look at him a few more times, it's wrong for both you and him. Yes, love is not wrong, but love is supposed to heal people, not hurt them. He is a married man, and you are an unmarried woman. We've been taught about propriety, justice, integrity, and honor since we were young, have you forgotten?"

"Stop talking!" She yelled at me, her voice so loud that everyone around us turned to look. Her eyes were red as she stared at me and said, "So what if I have no shame? Do you think I should end up like the English teacher, beaten and insulted by everyone, and finally commit suicide by jumping off a building? Do you think it's right only if I'm dead?"

I frowned, feeling as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in my heart, and

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shook my head, saying, "You know very well, that's not what I meant?" The sixth-grade English teacher, who became someone else's mistress, was exposed in the school by the original partner, was verbally abused by students' parents and colleagues, and finally couldn't bear it, she jumped off the building.

At that time, Rachel and I personally witnessed her shattered body. Since then, Rachel has always told me that she would never approach a married man in this lifetime, otherwise she would end up dead and dismembered.

The young girl broke her vow and became the person she once hated the most.

My words, she simply couldn't take them in. With red eyes, she said, "Fine, I am nothing but a beast in your eyes now. If that's the case, you don't need to bother about my affairs in the future. I have things to do, I'm leaving first."

After speaking, she didn't give me a chance to respond, she just turned around and left. The night market was crowded with people, and in just a moment, I couldn't see her figure anymore.

"Tabatha." When Emma found me, my mind was still in a daze, staring blankly at her. Seeing her calm demeanor, I couldn't detect anything unusual.

I paused for a moment, composed myself, and asked her, "Sister-in- law, where have you just been?"

She smiled and said, "I went for a stroll by the river, and when I turned back to find you, you were gone. I'm sorry, I was distracted and didn't notice that you didn't catch up."

I pursed my lips, slightly nodding my head, feeling a bit guilty unconsciously. Seeing William and Rachel earlier, I really didn't know

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whether or not to tell her.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I looked at her and said, "Sister-in-law, it seemed like you were looking for someone just now, did you find them?"

Her face stiffened as she said, "No... not at all, who could I possibly be looking for? Why are you suddenly asking this?"

I pursed my lips, I wasn't a fool. Since entering the night market, she had been looking around. Anyone with clear eyes could see that she was looking for someone. At first, I was just curious, but after meeting William and Rachel, I understood what she was looking for.

Not having pierced through her thoughts, I nodded slightly and said, "Let's go back then."

Her affair with William was not something I, as an outsider, should have commented on in any way. If she didn't want to talk about it, I certainly wouldn't have taken the initiative to expose it. Everyone has their own dignity and pride.

Back at the hotel, Emma returned to her room. I, feeling downcast and distracted, headed towards my own room. Upon reaching the door, I noticed a bunch of pink roses placed on the doorknob. The flowers were beautiful and the packaging was exquisite. Hesitating for a few seconds, I furrowed my brows, thinking I had gone to the wrong room.

I took a step back and carefully checked the door number, then confirmed the floor below. Yes, it was my room.

This flower...

"Don't you like it?" A man's deep voice sounded, startling me.

Glancing sideways, it was Walter from the next room. He had probably just taken a bath, wearing a white pajama, with his muscular chest

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"Did you do this flower?" I asked, removing the flower from the door handle.

He nodded, his hands folded in front of him, "I just went downstairs to meet the shareholders of the resort. They said that girls all like this flower, I thought you would like it too."

I pursed my lips, didn't say anything, just softly said, "Thank you."

Then opened the door and entered the room, without saying another word to him.

I was in a bad mood and didn't want to pass it on to him. I went back to my room and after taking a shower, I looked at the bunch of pink roses. After some thought, I took a picture and posted it on my social media with the caption, "The flowers in Springbury are beautiful."

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