"Yes, please," Michelle clapped her hands and took a step back. If she were still the old Michelle from the past, Erin would have already been hit by Michelle and would not have any opportunity to find fault with her.

  Erin staggered away in haste. Before she walked out of the place, Michelle said from behind, "That guy, Bradley. It's your business if you like him. But please, don't consider me to be your rival. He's not my type." Obviously, Michelle was sneering. She had been busy handling Luke, and she didn't want to have to deal with other troubles on top of that.

  Erin turned around to glance at her. Then, quickly, she walked away. Michelle was absolutely a crazy woman. And everyone would do well to steer clear of a crazy woman.

  Michelle smiled coolly. Oh, God! Since when did she become so kind? She was nice enough to let her get away unharmed. This would never have happened with the old Michelle. Perhaps, the evil Michelle was in the process of becoming a kind Michelle.

  Patricia felt like she was in a dream as she examined the red marriage certificate in her hand. Everything seemed to be unreal. She wasn't sure about how she felt. Happy? Worried? She was about to find it as soon as Tom and she lived together.

  Her parents were ecstatic when she told them she was marrying Tom. They were beyond satisfied to have him as their son-in-law so that they wanted to send her to Tom's home in a heartbeat. In their opinion, Tom was an excellent man. She, on the other hand, had some reservations about him. Whether she liked it or not, she was tossed into Tom's house by her parents. And although she had been there before, she didn't get to take a close look at it then. When she stepped into the house, however, she felt like she was dreaming again.

  "It's a new house. Of course, if you don't like the decoration, feel free to change the layout of the room as you like," Tom said with a gentle voice, his hands in his pockets. Although he was hurt by her when she lied to him, he couldn't bear to see

  h anyone, leaving no clue where she went. Was she really going to give up on her marriage after everything? But, if she was considering it, shouldn't she at least listen to what Kevin had to say?

  Meanwhile, Leena, who was on the other side of the world, couldn't help but sneeze a bit. She placed her pen brush down, and sniffed unknowingly. A family photo of Kevin and her could be seen in front of her. She had badgered him constantly to take this picture, not knowing that someday she would leave him, and have only the photo to remember his handsome face.

  Her fingers rested on his eyebrows. She could not help but rub to ease the wrinkles on his forehead unconsciously. Thoughts ran through her mind as she stared at the picture. How was he? Was he eating well? Did he miss her?

  No, no! She shouldn't ask him to miss her. After all, it was she who decided to leave. Now that she chose to let him go, she shouldn't expect him to wait for her. She didn't want to give any more false hopes. That was why she kept herself from all the news surrounding her family and him.

  She knew her sudden disappearance must've upset many of her friends and family. But at the time, she felt it was the only choice she had. She just couldn't behave well and be honest with Kevin, especially during the times when he talked passionately about having kids.