Free Web NovelChapter 77: One More Chance?
After Wendy’s adamant refusal, Mrs. Lucas gave Michael a call. This outcome was both expected and a bit of a surprise and disappointment at the same time.
Despite Wendy’s deep respect for Mrs. Lucas, this was the first time that she was rejecting her request. Michael felt extremely helpless.
He decided to have a good talk with Wendy. No matter what, they had to resolve this issue.
He walked out of the spare bedroom to see Wendy sitting at the desk with her pencil in hand, sketching. He knew that she had a background in design and had won numerous awards back when she was in school.
When he approached her, he saw many drafts on her desk. Michael did not understand much about design, but he thought that the drafts looked nice. Feeling rather frantic, he said, "Wendy, can we please..."
Before he could finish, he rubbed his nose awkwardly and then continued, "It’s okay, I know you’re busy right now. I’ll come back later."
However, Wendy stayed at the desk working on her designs until night-time. When she felt hungry, she put down her pencil and went to the kitchen to cook dinner. Just like before, she did not make an additional portion for Michael.
Michael, on the other hand, had eaten instant noodles for three days. If he ate the same dish again, he might throw up. Unfortunately, he did not know how to cook anything else. And judging from where he stood with Wendy right now, it did not seem appropriate to order take-out food meant for him alone.
He swallowed dryly when he caught a whiff of the delicious aroma coming from Wendy’s food. His sight locked in on the dishes as he licked his lips, very obviously famished.
Wendy glanced at him. She realized that the bruises on his face had healed significantly, but since he had not shaved in the last few days, some stubble had grown. After that, she continued treating him like he did not exist. She carried her dishes to the dining table and sat down by herself to eat.
The delicious scent of the food continued to tempt Michael. He could not help but swallow dryly again. He approached the dining table slowly and said pleadingly, "Can I have some too?"
When Wendy heard him, she looked up at Michael. Now that he was finally getting some attention from Wendy, Michael was delighted.
He thought that Wendy was still sentimental after all. But in the following moment, she emptied the side dish into her own bowl and found another place to sit down and eat, this time with her back to Michael. Feeling embarrassed, Michael scratched his nose helplessly.
Wendy heard Michael’s stomach growl. Even though she found that amusing, she did not feel sorry for him in the least bit. She thought, he’s the president of MC Enterprise who can have everything that he wants to eat in the world. Why is he insisting on staying here with me? I don’t believe that he can do this for the rest of his life. Let’s just wait and see how long this situation can last!
After eating, Wendy proceeded to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Since she had accidentally cooked a little more than usual today, she did not manage to finish everything. However, even if that was the case, she would not let Michael take advantage of the situation. She poured the leftovers straight into the trash.
Once she was done with that, she looked at the trash bags in the kitchen. After thinking about it, she took all of them to head downstairs. Neither she nor Michael had stepped out of the apartment for the past three days.
Consequently, the trash bags had accumulated.
She managed to drag the trash bags to the front door when Michael’s voice rang out behind her, "Wendy, where are you going?"
Wendy felt like rolling her eyes. She just wanted to go downstairs to dispose of the trash bags. However, she did not wish to speak to Michael. Hence, she turned around and tossed one of the trash bags at Michael. Michael instinctively reached out to catch it. Perhaps it would have been better if he had just avoided it entirely.
The moment he caught the trash bag, it burst open and the filthy leftovers that had accumulated over the past few days covered Michael’s hands and clothes.
Michael stared at the open trash bag and failed to come to his senses for a long time. He looked down and then sniffed his fingers. The stench almost made him pass out. Wendy, who was standing by the side, also caught a whiff of it.
When she saw the expression on Michael’s face, she could not help but chuckle.
When Michael heard Wendy’s laughter, his initially terrible mood instantly brightened. He stepped forward and said, "Wendy, you’re finally laughing."
He had not seen her talk the past few days, much less laugh.
When Wendy saw Michael reach out for her, her smile immediately faded. She stepped back.
Observing her response, Michael also dropped his hand. He said, "Don’t worry, I won’t touch you."
Wendy had flung the trash bag at him in a moment of anger. Even though she had derived some amusement from it, she felt regretful now as she saw the trash flung everywhere on the floor. Of course, this regret was not because she felt sorry for Michael. Instead, it was because she knew she had to pick it all up. With a sullen face, she went to get a broom.
When Michael saw that, he enthusiastically snatched the broom from her. He said, "Let me do it."
Since Michael had never done this in his life, the floor was still filthy by the time he was done.
This time, Wendy went to get a mop. She saw Michael reach out for it again and managed to avoid his hands this time. After cleaning the mess on the floor, she found an air-freshener and sprayed it around the house. Finally, she grabbed the trash bags and opened the door.
This time, Michael did not stop her again.
Instead, he changed out of his dirty clothes and followed quietly behind her. After disposing of the trash bags, Wendy continued treating Michael like he wasn’t even there. Minding her own business, she strolled along the neighborhood. Having been cooped up at home the past few days, the fresh outside air made her feel much more relaxed. It quickly grew dark, and it became hard to see her surroundings.
Since it was already September, the night breeze was chilly. Wendy felt cold, as she hadn’t thought to bring her coat with her. She shivered and decided to walk for just a bit longer before going home. After all, she did not want to end up catching a cold.
In the next second, she suddenly felt something heavy around her shoulders. It was a coat. Michael’s concerned voice said, "Wear this. Don’t catch a cold." He was being genuine and thoughtful. If he had not abandoned her at the party the other night without sparing a single thought for her, Wendy would have felt extremely moved by this gesture. Unfortunately, her heart had grown numb.
These small gestures from Michael no longer had any effect on her.
She pulled the coat off her body and handed it back to Michael. He wanted to chase after her and drape the coat around her shoulders again, but Wendy simply turned around and started walking back home. She was not in the mood to enjoy a leisurely stroll with Michael following so closely behind her.
After entering the elevator, she swiftly pressed the button for the doors to close. Unfortunately, Michael managed to squeeze his way through at the last moment. They found themselves alone in the elevator. Wendy stood in the corner with her head down, ignoring him. When the doors opened again, she walked out. Then, she opened the front door to her apartment and turned on the light in the living room.
Once again, she found herself in this familiar apartment.
Since there was nothing else to do, she sat down at the desk and continued working on her sketches. It did not matter if she could leave Michael right now. She had to focus on honing her skills right now so that she could support herself and her child in the future.
Michael, on the other hand, was famished now. Since there was no response from Wendy, he went to the kitchen to cook some noodles for himself. When it was ready, he stared at his food with a glum face and forced himself to finish everything.
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Wendy put down her pen and stood up to stretch. When Michael saw her, he immediately approached her and said gently, "Wendy, can we please talk?" They could not go on like this.
However, Wendy walked past him and went straight to the bathroom. Michael followed closely behind her. He continued, "We have to resolve this eventually. I admit that it was my fault for what happened at the party, but I’ll try my best to make it up to you in the future. I’ve already arranged for another party to take place, and it can happen anytime as long as you agree to it."
Wendy squeezed some toothpaste on her toothbrush and started brushing her teeth. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"I, Michael Lucas, will have only you as my wife. Forever and always."
Seeing Michael walk up to the sink so that he could look at her face, she turned around to avoid his gaze.
"There is nothing romantic going on between me and Yvonne. It’s true, she does have feelings for me. But I’ve always treated her like a little sister. If she threatens me with suicide again, I won’t pay any attention to her. At most, I’ll just ask someone else to deal with her. Okay?"
Wendy continued brushing her teeth.
"Wendy, what exactly must I do before you will forgive me?" Michael’s tone sounded completely helpless. He said, "We’ve been married all these years, and I’ve done so much worse to you in the past, but you always forgave me. why are you being so cruel this time? Why won’t you forgive me? You could forgive me in the past even though you thought that I was in love with Yvonne. But now, you won’t accept it even when I’m telling you very clearly that I don’t love her, I never did, and I never will."
Wendy had been trying her best to treat Michael like he was invisible the past few days. This was the only way that she could control herself and her emotions. Otherwise, she was afraid that she might end up grabbing a knife from the kitchen and going to Michael’s room in the middle of the night to stab him. But right now, Michael insisted on saying these words to her face. The more he spoke, the angrier she became.
Without even thinking about it, Wendy picked up the glass of water and threw the water at Michael’s face. She was so furious that her chest rose unevenly as she stared at Michael’s incredulous expression. And for the first time in three days, she spoke to him. "Michael Lucas, according to your logic, it’s my fault for not being able to forgive you now since I was always able to put up with anything that you did to me in the past? Is that what you are trying to say?"
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that," said Michael. He had never apologized to anyone in his life, but he had said the word "sorry" to Wendy so many times in the past three days.
"I don’t care if you treat Yvonne as a lover or as a little sister. I really don’t care anymore. Do you understand me? I, Wendy Stewart, do not care anymore!" Wendy said those words through gritted teeth.
Her gaze was filled with hatred and disgust as she stared at Michael. It was exactly the same as how he used to look at her in the past.
"Wendy, can you please just give me one more chance, and trust me just this once?" said Michael pleadingly.
Wendy could not help but sneer, "One more chance? Michael, I’ve given you more than that."
She did not wish to talk about this anymore.
There was no conclusion to this topic. After washing her face, she said, "You can stay here for as long as you want, I won’t ask you to leave. But I beg you not to disrupt my life anymore. I won’t be going back to MC Enterprise. l tender my letter of resignation to the HR department tomorrow. You can talk to me when you’re willing to get divorced. Besides that, there’s nothing I wish to talk about with you."
Wendy suddenly felt the irony of life. In the past, it was always Michael who wanted a divorce. But now, it was her forcing him into getting one.
