Ophelia couldnât guess what Zachariah was angry about.
âZachariah, be happy. Iâm scared with your stern face.â Ophelia showed her weakness deliberately and pretended to be pitiful.
When the doctor repeatedly assured him that Opheliaâs hand would be fine as long as she was took good care of it for three to four months, his face looked a little better, but he still ignored Ophelia.
His face was still looked solemn until he got into the car.
Ophelia was a bit frightened and she said cautiously, âWhat are you angry about? Donât ignore me. Itâs hard for me when you ignore me.â
Zachariah finally spared her a glance, but his tone was cold and hard, âOphelia, think about it. Iâm willing to spend a lifetime proving that I care about you the most. Weâve missed too much time before, but itâs not late now. Iâll prove that my passion and tolerance is not just lip service.â
Ophelia seemed to understand something and her heart felt warm.
She hung her head and avoided his gaze subconsciously.
Zachariah drove the car up and kept silent on the way, allowing the silence to spread in the car.
Even though Zachariah was angry, he took good care of Ophelia in every way he could. When she had a hand broken, Zachariah helped her take a shower. He carried her to the toilet in the morning, even helped her squeeze the toothpaste as if she was a one-month-old baby.
Zachariah felt that there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Ophelia was enjoying it while being afraid of falling deeper into dependency.
Over the past month, Zachariah had put off a lot of work to take good care of her, leaving all but important documents to his subordinates while he kept a priority on her, which invariably caused her psychological pressure as she doesnât want to become a burden to Zachariah.
The fact that Zachariah could take good care of her without fail even when her hand was broken made her think about whether he will put everything down in case she goes blind one day?
The matter weighed upon her mind at the thought of such an outcome. She didnât want him to be so kind to her, such deep love was a blessing when she was intact, but when she became blind it would be a heavy burden.
Zachariah is excellent and should stand at the top of his profession and become the king of his commercial world instead of preventing him from career success for sentimental reasons.
Ophelia also felt that her eyesight was slowly deteriorating and She could hardly see at a further distance. To hide it from Zachariah, she had to pretend that she was normal, for the sake of Zachariahâs peace of mind.
This night, after Zachariah had bathed her and finished his own, he put his arm around her and said, âWhat are you thinking about?â
Ophelia leaned into his arms reassuringly and said, âNothing. I just think that you are so good to me. With the memories you have given me, I am satisfied in my life.â Even if I go blind for the rest of my life. I wonât be alone with those memories.
In fact, during January, as her eyesight declined, she was already planning how she would be able to leave him. She just didnât know if she would become torn apart when the day came to leave.
Ophelia invited Madeleine to meet at an elegant tea house with a quiet environment.
Madeleine, carrying a bag, pulled the door and said in a loud voice, âHoney, why do you like here? Are you pretending to be mystery? Didnât you just ask me out to drink tea with you?â
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Opheliaâs face as she pointed to the futon opposite her and said, âSit down and letâs talk about it.â
Madeleine put her bag on the other side, then sat down cross-legged with a big grin.
Ophelia poured her a cup of tea and said, âTaste it. The tea here is the most authentic with bitter sweet that tastes good in the mouth. You should like it.â
Madeleine picked up the teacup and tried it with a touch of elegance. She tasted it briefly and smashed it a few times. She nodded approvingly and said, âThis tea is quite tasty, but as a rough person I canât taste it due to my impatience.â
Ophelia just smiled.
Madeleine toyed with her teacup, gave her a somewhat strange look and said, âDarling, did we come here just for tea?â
âCouldnât it be? It seems like a long time since we sat down and talked about it.â Ophelia said with some remembrance.
Madeleine became serious all of a sudden and said, âHoney, are you worried about something?â
Ophelia shook her head and gave a bitter smile, saying, âMadeleine, I canât hide anything from you when I have something in my mind.â
Madeleine raised her eyebrows, a little smug.
She poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it comfortably.
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Madeleine nonchalantly spat out the tea.
She coughed violently several times, raised her hand indecently to wipe the tea from the corner of her mouth, and said incredulously, âHoney, what did you say?â
Ophelia lowered her eyelids, hiding the sadness that was welling up in her eyes, and said in a light tone, âMadeleine, I have thought it all over carefully. I want to divorce him.â
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