Chapter 6 Stavvy Is Gone

• The girl in question was indeed the one who had asked Stavros about his divorce plans that day in the private room, she was affectionately linking her arm through his.
• Stavros actually had mysophobia.
• When Tallulah first brought him home, he had lost his memory. However, some instinctual memories remained within him. After familiarizing himself with his surroundings, he began to clean her house. Every corner was left spotless.
• He never accepted gifts from others, nor did he eat from food trucks. At times, he exuded a unique aura, something that ordinary people did not possess.
• At that moment, he just simply allowed the girl to cling to his arm, their postures suggesting an intimate relationship.
• So, is he telling me that, even without a divorce, he'll continue to see that girl? Tallulah clutched the corner of her clothes tightly. Her heart ached with each throb, while her eyes stung intensely from the acidity of unshed tears. Stavros, how could you be so outrageous? You gave the necklace I chose to another woman!
• She took out her phone and dialed his number. However, as soon as the call connected, it was abruptly ended. Undeterred, she continued to call him until he answered her call.
• “What's up?” he asked.
• His tone was incredibly aloof.
• Tallulah held her phone tightly. The call had connected, yet she found herself unable to voice her accusations. He has already done it. What difference is my questioning going to make?
• “I'm not feeling well...”
• Unconsciously, she spoke up, her voice muffled. After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
• She held her phone tightly, her gaze locked onto the time.
• Had it been in the past, he would have rushed back at the first sign of her discomfort. Unable to speak, his sign language inquiries were all over the place. His eyes would also be filled with worry for her.
• Time ticked away, second by second.
• An hour passed, then two, yet there was still not a sound to be heard at the door.
• Tallulah closed her eyes in heartache. He truly doesn't care about me anymore.
• She was curled up on the couch, resembling a small creature tending to its own wounds, hugging herself tightly.
• She thought that by doing so, her heart wouldn't hurt as much.
• In a drowsy slumber, she felt herself being lifted into someone's arms.
• Tallulah paused, quickly opening her eyes. She saw Stavros' handsome and sharp face, and suddenly, her tears began to fall. “Stavvy, you're back?”
• Stavros held her, returning to the bedroom, and gently laid her on the bed. He stared at her tears, raising his hand with the intention to wipe them away, but he managed to restrain this impulse.
• “Tallulah, you tricked me into coming back, yet you won't agree to a divorce. What exactly are you trying to do?”
• He tugged at his tie in annoyance, still wearing the same suit she had seen him in on television.
• Tallulah was momentarily dazed. His tone had become too cold, a stark contrast to the gentle embrace he had just given her.
• Suddenly, she got out of bed and walked over to him, reaching out to pinch his face.
• Stavros' handsome face was pinched into all sorts of shapes. Growing impatient, he grabbed her wrist and asked, “What's gotten into you?”
• Tallulah sniffed and answered, “I need to see if you really are Stavvy. My Stavvy wouldn't treat me like this. He loves me, and he would never have a change of heart!”
• She practically yelled the last sentence out.
• She was genuinely upset, and she felt wronged.
• His feelings for her had suddenly changed as if he had become a different person. She couldn't possibly accept that.
• Stavros gripped her wrist, his fingers tightening subconsciously. He instinctively resisted the memories of the past year.
• After a while, he let go of her wrist, his tone still icy. “Tallulah, preserve some dignity for yourself.”
• Tallulah's figure stumbled slightly, and her face suddenly turned pale.
• His tone insinuated she was a bitter woman.