Chapter 11

Alexander Vance suddenly agreed to my terms and signed the divorce agreement, only waiting for the formalities to be completed in a month.

Because Ellie agreed to date him.

Moreover, she explicitly stated that she didn’t want Alexander Vance to make things difficult for his ex-wife, so Alexander Vance complied.

Such ironic favoritism.

He astutely calculated the assets while I was gravely ill.

Yet he could disregard the loss of assets for the sake of the twenty-year-old me.

Does he love me, or does he not?

Ellie is not only helping me but also wants to understand the current Alexander Vance better.

In my teenage years, I was stubborn and proud, thus unwilling to accept.

Unwilling to accept such a contradictory ending with Alexander Vance.

I am pleased to see it happen.

I want her to hit the wall herself.

I want her to clearly understand: no matter how genuine a man’s heart is at that moment, it’s not worth gambling your future on.

I want her to face the sincere Alexander Vance again and never act foolishly.

Alexander Vance, like a young lad, pours out everything just to give Ellie the best.

He takes her to various Michelin restaurants, gifts her luxury items, and invites her on trips.

Yet Ellie seems somewhat annoyed.

She just finished eating hotpot, returned home, and drank half a bottle of cola.

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, “Those Michelin meals aren’t as tasty as today’s hotpot.”

At twenty, I never struggled with life’s hardships.

Back then, I was still in school, dreaming of backpacking around the world, chasing concerts, insulated from bizarre desires.

Her furrowed brows seemed tied in a knot, “I don’t like him always lecturing me like my dad.”

What girl would like a man who acts like her father?

Even her own dad can’t.

I chuckled quietly, handing her sliced honeydew and duck delicacies.

She ate with relish.

Alexander Vance sent me a photo of the hotpot restaurant we used to frequent.

[You used to go before you got sick.]

[It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you enjoy a meal.]

No wonder Ellie liked today’s hotpot so much.

Turning off the phone, I rested my chin and continued watching Ellie eat with focus.

The young and healthy self could eat anything and enjoy everything.

How wonderful.

I calmly and orderly went about my daily routine; “divorce” hadn’t caused any impact.

Morning yoga stretches, sunbathing, eating clean.

In the afternoon, after playing tennis with the wealthy sister Sophia, I was going to meet a client.

Since my health significantly improved last year, I started taking on marketing planning work introduced by her.

Fortune has turned, and this time it’s a big client willing to give me a personal contract.