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Chapter 232 That Wasn’t a Smile

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When he was younger and reckless, Paul prided himself on being wild and free. He rarely ever posted about Yunice on social media–people would’ve mocked him for being whipped.

Now, though, he couldn’t find a single picture. As the phone screen dimmed. Paul suddenly saw his own reflection; the faint glint near the corner of his eye caught his attention. Startled, he reached up to touch it–it was a tear.

For days on end, he found himself thinking about Yunice at the most unexpected times; he even nearly got into a car accident because he zoned out.

After a few days, he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew deep down he hadn’t let Yunice go, so he went back to the hospital.

Outside the morgue chamber, Yunice’s name had already been replaced with a serial number.

Paul stood there for a long time in front of the cold unit. Then, he reached out to open it, wanting to confirm. Is Yunice really gone?

His fingers clenched around the door, but he hesitated again.

He dropped his hand and sighed. “Yunice, if you had just listened to me back then, we wouldn’t have broken up; I wouldn’t have fallen for Elsie.”

“I never changed. You’re the one who insisted on going head–to–head with me.” Paul balled his fists, eyes filled with frustration, but even he could see there was no point in holding onto it

anymore.

He stayed there for a long while, then finally pulled out a ring box and took out a grass–woven ring. He hung it on the front of the chamber door.

Lowering his gaze, he hid the storm of words in his eyes. Paul turned and walked away decisively. A breeze passed through; the grass ring swayed gently in front of the morgue.

As Paul left, he noticed someone standing by the hallway entrance.

The guy had flaming red spiked hair and wore a ridiculous number of clinking accessories–he looked every bit like a spoiled rich kid.

Paul had always held himself above others and naturally didn’t give this guy a second glance. He walked right past him like he didn’t exist.

What he didn’t know was that as soon as he left, Morgan turned and walked straight into the morgue. He plucked the grass ring from the chamber door.

“Pifi.” Morgan toyed with the ring, curling his lips into a smirk.

That night, Wyatt came to have dinner with Mary.

10:05 PM & c

Chapter 232 That Wasn’t a Smile

He had one foot on a stool, elbow resting on his knee. staring up at Wyant with that scheming look in his eyes.

“Wyatt, you’re getting married soon. Why don’t you bring your fiancee over so grandma can meet her? She’s gonna be the one serving tea and taking care of grandma from now on.”

Morgan grinned., dripping with malice.

Mary held her cutlery, frowning, It wasn’t clear if she was mad at Morgan or Wyatt