The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

She didn’t understand–she’d mentioned “divorce” countless times, yet he’d never agreed. Couldn’t Maricela step up her game?

Hurry up and reclaim this trash man already!

If you’d just get pregnant, wouldn’t the bastard marry you?

How frustrating…

Lucille thought it over and decided not to rush things.

She genuinely feared that if she brought up divorce now, Cedrick might refuse again, trapping her here for good.

She resolved to write him a heartfelt divorce letter in the next couple days. She’d leave it for him when she departed, giving him this month to reflect and cool off. They’d finalize the paperwork after she returned–that one–month cool- ing–off period would let her get the divorce certificate before starting school.

By evening, she decided to cook some noodles.

When Cedrick came home, she was boiling water in the kitchen. His voice drifted from behind her, “Walking in felt like stepping through time. Your silhouette hasn’t changed since high school.”

Lucille turned to find him leaning against the kitchen doorway, watching her. Was that amusement in his eyes?

She couldn’t tell.

Sunset light streamed through the window, casting a hazy golden glow over his face.

She pivoted to wash some scallions, but his arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Look at the sunset outside. Beautiful, isn’t it? Just like that picnic day when the sun dipped below the hills.”

He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Remember? We’d all lined up for photos while you were still packing things up, looking so adorably flustered. You wore that white tee with your uniform jacket tossed aside, sporting this same ponytail as you faced the setting sun…”

Lucille dared not imagine how she’d have melted if he’d shown this tenderness anytime in the past five years.

Pity it came so late.

Thank goodness it came so late.

“That sunset was just as lovely as today’s,” he murmured, tightening his embrace.

“Different,” she countered.

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“How?” He tilted his head to study her profile, teasing in his tone. “Don’t tell me you think we’ve aged?”

The thought hadn’t crossed her mind.

“I’ve aged. You haven’t–you’re still exactly as you were,” he insisted.

What Lucille actually recalled was scrambling alone to pack while classmates called for photos. Maybe that chicken drumstick he’d given her fueled her energy, or their shouts made her rush–she’d executed several consecutive back- flips across the lawn to join the group shot, earning everyone’s applause…

Could she still pull off those flips now?

Today’s escape had succeeded largely thanks to Aydan’s timely assist.

She kept that memory to herself. Perhaps he’d forgotten–better if he had.

Gazing at the sunset, she simply said, “I’ve changed too.”

“Nonsense!” He brushed stray hairs from her temple, his eyes fixed on her. “To me, you’ll always be that girl.”

Lucille glanced back at him.

So he could speak sweet words after all?

And quite eloquently too.

But what had gotten into him today?

“Cedrick,” she teased, “Feeling guilty about something?”

This behavior clearly signaled he’d messed up and was scrambling to make amends.

“Ahem… Don’t be ridiculous…”

Lucille scoffed coldly. Still denying it?

“Cedrick, don’t bother.”

She said, “If you’re going to feel guilty, you’ve had plenty of chances before. You’ve got so much time to hover around me, but I don’t have that much time to deal with you.”

Hearing this, Cedrick instantly snapped back to normal. He released his embrace and stood straight, telling her, “Can’t you be a bit more romantic?

Does every day have to be so serious?”

Romantic?

Was it that she didn’t want romance?

Who hadn’t once been a romantic little girl in front of the person she loved most?