Chapter 121 I'm Really Exhausted

• Lucille studied Flint's usual icy expression, one that never failed to captivate, and found herself reflecting on their time together. As she looked back, all she could see were her own unreciprocated feelings and his indifferent gaze. There wasn't a single cherished moment between them, no memory that brought a smile to her face.
• If there had been even a small glimmer of something worthwhile to hold onto, maybe she wouldn't be so firm in her decision to divorce him.
• But now, as she recalled the image of him holding Crystal in the hallway, all the remaining feelings she might have had for him vanished in an instant.