Chapter 16: You Would Be Sorry for This

The night in December was full of coldness. The wind covered up eyes

and the neon lights illuminate the city while the stars above couldnt be

seen. People were suppressed and uncomfortable because of such

heavy darkness.

Olive worn tightly a down-filled coat, keeping rubbing hands and ears

and moving back and forth. She wanted to warm herself up.

She expected to find somewhere to get warm. But there seemed no

such place in the prosperous city that ordinary people like she could

afford. Once she went far, she worried to miss that guy.

It had been more than two hours when Bruce came out with men and

women who apparently drank because two or three of them walked

unsteadily.

Olive abruptly stood before him and stopped him

Bruce slightly opened his eyes, said confusedly, “Miss Steele, why are

you here?”

Olive went straightly to the topic without hesitation, “Mr. Lynn, sorry to

disturb you, but I want to talk with you privately.”

Hearing this, several men who stood beside smiled tacitly, looking at

Olive with disdain. The woman who carried Bruce glowered as if she

met a rival in love. Her voice was like nails scratching the glass.

“Bruce, who is she?”

Finally, Olive saw that heroine of the affair who was younger than

eighteen. She looked as beautiful as Chloe. Besides, she had an extra

sense of youth.

Probably men preferred young girls. The wives they once loved now

became old and unattractive.

The girl who held Bruce's arm leaned so close against him, which

seemed to be unspeakable intimacy as well as ambiguity. She seemed

to declare the dominion before Olive.

Olive was dumbfounding. How could a mistress walk tall? What should

those decent wives do?

Those men were clever to plan to turn away. But Bruce said, “No need, I

don't know much about Miss Steele, please directly talk with me here.”

Olive was silent for a while, “Are you sure?”

“Just say it.” Bruce lightly said with some disdain.

Actually, he always looked down upon poor friends of Chloe.

Hence, Olive needn't care about his feelings. She stood straightly

before him. Although her eyes were angry, she looked neither

overbearing nor servile as if she could see through Bruce.

“I know that as an outsider, I have no right to judge things between you

couple. It is just that you seem to forget your promise and not cherish

your marriage. Indeed, you are young and competent, rich and

generous, there are plenty of women actively pleasing you. In that case

you didn’t care about the marriage, you shouldn't have married Chloe.

You speak out the divorce so easily that you hurt the woman who loves

you deeply without responsibility. I thought you are different from

other men. But you let me down. Chloe gets more disappointed. You

can divorce with her, you can also let your mother insult her and chase

her away. I will persuade her to live with me, I won't make her

homeless, but....."

Olive paused a second with the anger shooting through her chest. But

she tried to calm down and be reasonable, gradually holding her

trembling hands so tightly in the cold wind.

She was dying to punch his face and it was not enough for revenge to

punch him black and blue.

“But there won't be a woman who love you purely. Perhaps, you get

used to affairs and disdain true love early. Maybe you regard it as

hypocrisy and think that Chloe pursues the rich life in the name of love.

If so, I have nothing to say. Due to the way you trample her heart, you

won't gain another heart that is sincerer than hers. You don't deserve

her at all. It will be your lifetime loss to lose her. Goodbye.”