Chapter 4

Seeing me there, Vivian didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, like the lady of the house, she very enthusiastically invited me in:

"Luna Circe is here! Come in and sit, don't be shy."

My breath caught, and the words I hadn't finished were choked off. I looked questioningly at Leon on the sofa.

"What is she doing here?"

Seeing my expression, Leon looked a bit guilty.

"Vivian hasn't been feeling well lately, so I just brought her home to make it easier to take care of her. Don't overthink it."

I suddenly understood.

No wonder Leon was home tonight—it was all for Vivian.

After speaking, Leon even looked relieved.

"Good thing you already sent Lucy to your mother's house, otherwise with so many people at home it really would be inconvenient."

But I only felt it was ironic.

He hadn't noticed Lucy's disappearance at all, and instead his heart was full of concern for Vivian.

Seeing this, Vivian pretended to feel guilty.

"It's all my fault. I'm interrupting your married life. Luna Circe, I'm just staying for a few days. You're not angry, are you?"

But her eyes were full of triumph and provocation.

Afraid I would make a scene, Leon quickly explained:

"Circe, don't worry. I already discussed it with Vivian. She'll sleep on the sofa, I promise she won't disturb us."

But the next second, I saw deep heartache in his eyes.

How could he bear to let Vivian sleep on the cold sofa?

If I hadn't suddenly come back, he would definitely be holding Vivian tightly in his arms.

With this thought, I spoke:

"She had an allergic reaction today. She's already not feeling well, how can she sleep on the sofa? She should sleep in the master bedroom."

Hearing me say this, Vivian's face immediately lit up with joy.

"Really? Circe, you're so generous."

Leon also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Circe, I'm glad you can think this way. I was just worried you'd be jealous of Vivian and have another big fight with me."

He thought I had become sensible and wouldn't fight with him over such small matters.

Anyway, I was leaving. What did it matter to me where anyone slept?

Just as Leon was happily pulling Vivian to move into the master bedroom, I had already quietly packed my luggage and was preparing to stay at a hotel.

But just as I reached the door, Leon, who had suddenly emerged from the master bedroom, saw me and quickly blocked my way.

"Circe, it's so late. Where are you going?"

I smiled faintly.

"To make room for you and Vivian, of course."

Hearing this, Leon's face instantly turned iron-blue, and he said through gritted teeth:

"Circe, what do you mean by that?"

"I already explained everything clearly. It's because Vivian isn't feeling well that I brought her home for a few days, and you personally agreed to let her stay in the master bedroom. What are you trying to pull now?"

"Don't you have any compassion at all?"

He went on and on in my ear, but I only felt it was laughable.

I used to fight with him over Vivian, and he would call me inconsiderate and unreasonable. Now that I was being sensible and not fighting, he was unhappy again.

Vivian pretended to wipe away tears.

"I knew Circe was still angry at me. This is all my fault. I should just leave. Let me die in pain on the street."

Such a clumsy performance, yet Leon believed it. He pulled Vivian protectively behind him.

"Vivian, you're staying here tonight. I'd like to see who dares to kick you out!"

Then, arms crossed, he said coldly to me:

"Quite capable now, aren't you? If you've got the guts, then leave!"

He was certain I loved him and wouldn't really leave.

But from the moment Lucy died, my love for him had completely disappeared, and I would never forgive him for the rest of my life.

I laughed coldly, picked up my suitcase, and left.

Leon stared blankly at my retreating figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

It wasn't until I got on the elevator that I heard Leon shouting behind me:

"Go ahead! If you leave, don't you dare come back!"

But he didn't know that I really would never look back. He had lost me forever.

At the hotel, I slept soundly through the night.

Early the next morning, I opened my phone to find dozens of missed calls, all from Leon.

The last call was half an hour ago.

I felt a bit strange. Had he not slept all night?

He always used to tell me to be more generous and stop fighting with Vivian, but when had he become so petty?

When I opened the door, Leon sat in the chair looking haggard.

As soon as he saw me, he became instantly agitated.

"Just because I let Vivian stay at the house, you're throwing a tantrum by running away and quitting your job, is that it?"