Chapter 155
After a hurried dinner, Kingsley went straight to his study.
There was a new addition to the room—a wedding photo that had previously been smashed, now reframed and standing upright on the bookshelf.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. As he stared blankly at the photo, his phone vibrated. It was a video from Peter.
He clicked it open, and Lucy’s figure appeared on the screen. She was wearing a simple black long dress, her long hair loosely pinned back. Her exquisite makeup highlighted her glowing skin as she chatted with a smiling man with a gentle demeanor.
Kingsley stared at the screen for a long time until the phone vibrated again, snapping him back to reality. A message from Peter popped up: [Kingsley, busy p>
His fingers tapped the screen, his reply brief: [What is it p>
[They exchanged WhatsApp numbers. Guess if they’ll delete each other later.] Peter’s message came quickly.
Kingsley frowned, ignoring the bait. He only replied: [Are you bored p>
The next second, Peter’s voice message arrived, filled with teasing amusement. [How did you know? I was bored out of my mind, and then I just happened to run into your ex-wife p>
Followed immediately by another voice message, the mockery even more obvious: [Your ex-wife’s knight has arrived p>
Kingsley didn’t reply again. Instead, he reopened the video, his fingers tapping lightly on the screen a few times.
Then he walked to his desk, sat down, lit another cigarette, took a drag, and quickly typed out a message.
Soon, Xavier’s reply came back, a single word: [Yes p>
The next day, the bruising on Kingsley’s mouth had faded somewhat but hadn’t
completely disappeared, leaving a faint green mark.
After breakfast, Shane arrived at The Vista Gardens on time with a stack of
documents Kingsley didn’t plan to go to the company all day.
In the study, Kingsley sat behind the desk. Seeing Shane’s gaze land on the photo behind him, he suddenly asked, “Does it look good p>
Shane jumped, quickly nodding. “It looks good p>
Kingsley didn’t say anything else. He picked up a pen and quickly signed his name on the documents.
He handed the files back to Shane. Shane caught them, subconsciously wanting to escape. “Mr. Sherwood, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the office p>
“Tomorrow, I’m taking Xavier to Switzerland,” Kingsley said suddenly, looking up at him, “Forward the Sherwood Group and Cosmoscope Group documents directly to my email p>
“Understood,” Shane replied. As he exited the study, he couldn’t help but think to himself: Is Mr. Sherwood… actively delivering himself to Miss Lynwood so she can settle the Score?
Inside the study, Kingsley continued reviewing documents. It wasn’t until noon, when a servant came to invite
him to lunch that he stopped, and closed the files on his desk one by one.
Just then, a notification popped up from an old cloud account on his computer:
“Look back at today, three years ago p>
He clicked on it almost as if possessed—this account had been registered years
ago solely to apply for an email address and was rarely used.
But three years ago today, Lucy had sat at this very desk and uploaded a whole set of wedding photos to his cloud album.
They were photos they had taken later to make up for the wedding.
He clicked into the album. Photo after photo flashed by like a slideshow.
In the images, Lucy’s smile was brilliant, her eyes filled with scattered light, blindingly bright.
Kingsley watched quietly for a moment, then clicked exit and stood up to head downstairs.
By the next day, thanks to the special ointment, the marks on Kingsley’s cheek were so faint they were almost invisible.