The Apology from My Ex and His Mistress novel Chapter 81

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Looking at the woman’s questioning eyes, he said, “Not caring about your health, making you go out to work.”

Stephanie raised her eyebrows a little, didn’t get what Maxwell meant.

She thought for a moment before she spoke: “Mr. Humphrey, is this… you feeling sorry for me?”

It wasn’t “care,” it was “feeling sorry.”

Maxwell pressed his lips together and didn’t say anything.

Stephanie looked down. Suddenly, she smiled, but her nose felt all

sour.

I used to stay by his side day and night, but all I got was a “she’s dying, let her through.” Now she’s standing right in front of him, and to him, she’s Jeremiah’s woman, but he suddenly started showing concern.

How ridiculous.

“Since Mr. Humphrey thought I was Jeremiah’s woman, what was he doing now?” Stephanie lowered her head and spoke softly, “Why did he say these things to me?”

Maxwell looked at the woman in front of him. She lowered her head a little, and the crescent white half–mask on her face perfectly hid her emotions behind it.

He couldn’t see through it.

He didn’t understand his own heart, either.

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So, he could only stay silent.

Emotions churned inside her. Stephanie finally looked up at the man in front of her, who was frowning and silent.

“Mr. Humphrey, don’t care too much about people who aren’t your own,” Stephanie paused a bit, then she smiled and said softly, “because that’s being disloyal to her.” She added, “That would make her sad.”

For some reason, a pair of eyes popped up in Maxwell’s mind.

A pair of sad eyes.

It was Stephanie who was crying.

“Mr. Humphrey, some people were dispensable.”

“But some people, once they decided to leave, just wouldn’t come back.”

The masked woman’s voice was soft. She stood here, her red lips moving. She looked beautiful.

She was laughing, but somehow, he felt like she was… crying.

Stephanie took a deep breath and looked up at the starry sky.

That’s right, she already let it go.

Looked down again, everything went quiet.

Stephanie looked away, smiled, and said, “Sorry, Mr. Humphrey, I spoke out of turn.”

She finished her drink and said, “Halftime’s almost over, I’m heading back down.”

After she finished talking, Stephanie walked past Maxwell.

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“No need to follow anymore.” As Stephanie was about to reach the hallway, Maxwell’s voice came.

How many times had he spoken up for Roxanne or tried to get something for Roxanne right in front of her?

He really could do anything for Roxanne.

Stephanie didn’t pause or look back and just walked straight into the hallway.

Left Maxwell alone watching her walk away.

The evening breeze blew by, and the next moment, Maxwell’s figure disappeared at the end of the passage.

Voices of discussion drifted in from the little garden.

“…I bet five million, 888 wins!”

“Wow, you really went all in.”

“You didn’t even check who owned plate number 888. Whatever he wanted, he always got it!”

“That’s true, it didn’t really feel fun anymore.”

“Interesting. How about we change the bet and see how many times 823 dared to follow if Maxwell made a move.”

“This is good, this is good! I bet zero times!”

“I pressed it once!”

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“Was there any more?“.

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“That’s funny what you said. Other than maybe gritting my teeth and going one more time, I couldn’t imagine doing it more!”

Everyone laughed and didn’t take it seriously.

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