Chapter 6

A hint of surprise flashed across the woman’s face.

She quickly regained her composure and sighed helplessly.

“Julius, stop making a scene. How can you just casually say something like ‘divorce’?”

I quickly retorted. “When have you ever seen me mention divorce?”

When Gabriela’s mother loved playing cards and the cards table kept me on the verge of a nervous breakdown from morning till night, I never mentioned divorce.

When I was forced to drink folk remedies every day to regulate my body, which resulted in food poisoning and hospitalization, I never mentioned divorce.

Gabriela was away on a business trip for a month, almost completely out of contact and I never mentioned divorce.

She forgot my birthday, but remembered a client's wedding anniversary and I never mentioned divorce then either.

For years, I swallowed all my grievances, just for a moment's glance from a woman.

Gabriela was silent for a moment, then said earnestly, "I apologize to you on behalf of my mother and Leon. Don't say such hurtful things again."

"The economic ties between the Petersen and Davidson families are complex. If the media sensationalizes and exaggerates, it will be a huge loss for both families."

Gabriela was truly something else.

Not only did she have absolute confidence in herself, but her first thought was always about profit.

The woman suddenly moved closer and I caught a strong scent—a somewhat familiar men's fragrance.

I quickly realized it was Leon's cologne.

A wave of nausea suddenly washed over me.

I rushed to the bathroom.

After an uncontrollable bout of vomiting, a woman entered, her voice tinged with worry. "What happened?"

I shook my head violently, wanting her to leave quickly.

But unexpectedly, Leon followed me in.

He seemed quite unconcerned, bending down to hand me a bottle of water.

"Mr. Davidson probably ate something unclean. Drink some water to rinse your mouth."

He was wearing a loose-fitting shirt, revealing some skin as he leaned closer.

But I immediately noticed the tattoo on his chest.

I froze.

Leon's voice was innocent and questioning, "Mr. Davidson?"

I held my breath and suddenly yanked open his collar forcefully.

"Ah!"

With a man's gasp, I saw it clearly.

The bullet wound was incredibly realistic, the details and location exactly the same as Gabriela's…

He had actually tattooed Gabriela's scar onto his own body.

Gabriela shoved me to the ground and draped her coat over Leon.

She roared angrily, "Julius, you're completely unreasonable!"

I stood there stunned, tears streaming down my face when I looked up at her.

Gabriela's deepest regret was that scar. It was only after countless reverent kisses and caresses that she opened her heart to me.

But Leon, only a few months into her job, knew exactly how to tattoo it on his heart.

What I once considered a treasure was, in someone else's eyes, obtained effortlessly.

I looked at Leon behind the woman, my voice trembling. "What's with the tattoo on your chest?"