CHAPTER 6: CHAPTER 6: DON’T WANT TO GET INVOLVED

Chloe finally recognized me. Her face turned red and then white, with a strong hostility in her eyes, but she didn’t dare to provoke me first.

I pulled my mom down to sit and started complaining, "I didn’t even want to come today; it’s Henry who wanted me to accompany him. It’s so boring."

"You child, this is a serious occasion, what’s boring about it?" My mom held my little hand, scolding me yet with a pampering tone.

I glanced sideways at Chloe and continued chatting as if nothing happened, "It really is boring. By the way, Mom, I asked Lane to hire a few housekeepers. I suddenly want to gain weight. Henry said I was too thin and needed to eat more and sleep more."

Chloe bit her vibrant lips, seeming to endure it with difficulty.

"You should have hired them long ago; you two live in such a big place. How can you manage it alone?" My mom agreed with my decision.

"Wasn’t I trying to enjoy some couple time with him? Now, I’ve had enough." I spoke vaguely, after all, Chloe was just a passerby in Henry’s life, inconsequential, not like an important role such as Azure Vaughn, so I didn’t need to weigh it.

Chloe suddenly stood up and walked away in a hurry.

Lucy Cheney followed closely, probably feeling embarrassed too.

At the end of the party, I didn’t want to go back with Henry, I wanted to go back to my parents’ house and spend a few days with them.

"Okay, then I’ll go first." Henry never cares where I am, as long as I don’t embarrass him.

My dad was still chatting and laughing with friends, not caring that the party was over. My mom handed me the car keys, telling me to wait in the parking lot, while she tried to curb my dad’s urge to chat further.

I took the car keys to the underground parking lot, found my dad’s car, and was about to get in when I saw Henry pulling and tugging with Chloe.

Chloe grabbed the corner of Henry’s clothes aggrievedly, "You treated me so well, was there no sincerity at all? I can’t believe it!"

"Believe what you will, but don’t bother me anymore." Henry flung her hand away.

That’s how he is, turning his back once he’s tired of playing.

A house was enough to make Chloe think she was his true love?

Henry’s peripheral vision caught me. His impatient and disgusted eyes landed on me, as if I were the woman entangled with him.

I promptly got into the car and locked the doors. If I didn’t have to wait for my parents, I would have sped away immediately.

Seeing me avoiding him, Henry, for whatever reason, walked directly toward my dad’s car and knocked on the window. I could lip-read him saying, "Come out!"

I frowned, shook my head, and mouthed back, "No."

Then my phone rang. It was Henry calling, "Zoe Hathaway, come out!"

"I don’t want to get involved in your affair with her." I matched Henry’s angry eyes across the car window and replied.

I figured it out, if I can’t get a divorce from Henry before he meets Azure Vaughn, then I’ll just endure it a bit longer, until he initiates the divorce, then I’ll agree immediately, and still get a portion of The Preston Group’s shares without a loss.

In my past life, Henry only proposed a divorce after chasing Azure Vaughn for a year, and then he confessed everything to the family.

I refused and entangled with him in a near-year-long fight, ended up losing.

In this rebirth, dreaming of revenge is a vain obsession. The past life feels more like a dream, and this life is the reality where the tragedy hasn’t happened; I don’t plan to turn into a lunatic in reality over a nightmare.

"Come out!" Henry was very angry, probably never seen me refuse him like this.

Chloe, with tear-streaked cheeks, walked over again, gripping the corner of Henry’s clothes, refusing to let go.

How can a minor celebrity be so clingy in front of Henry? I felt like I was looking at another version of myself, not really in a position to mock others.

Henry glared at me fiercely, then grabbed Chloe’s hand and took her to his car. Watching him drive away in a rush, I breathed a sigh of relief.

By the time my parents came back to the car, I was almost asleep.

"You talk so much, Zoe’s been waiting till she’s tired!" My mom scolded my dad.

"Oh, it’s just that there’s a bit of an issue with the project in the south; we need approval, and we must discuss it properly." My dad explained while fastening his seatbelt.

I was dozing off in the backseat.

I used to dream about chasing Henry, but now I dream of the past life, as if God’s afraid I’d forget the miseries I went through, often reminding me in my dreams.

"Mom, I want sticky rice chicken." Seeing I was sitting in the back, my mom sat back there with me. I immediately hooked her arm and leaned against her.

This is the scent of mother, reassuring and warm.

In my past life, before I died, my parents cried by my bedside, turning gray overnight from the grief.

"This late and you want sticky rice chicken?" My mom playfully patted my hand, "What’s going on today, fought with Henry didn’t you? You hardly come home every ten or fifteen days."

"Wasn’t it just that I was blinded by love!" I grinned, "From now on, I want to be a considerate little cotton-padded jacket."

Everyone around knew about my one-sided love for Henry, so my mom was pretty surprised to hear my two sentences, and my dad almost turned the steering wheel the wrong way.

My dad asked, "You don’t like Henry anymore?"

I do, but it doesn’t stop me from letting go.

I ultimately cannot hold onto this man; he doesn’t belong to me; he belongs to Azure Vaughn, that young and beautiful girl.

"Dad, I’ve been married to him for five years, what love or not love between an old married couple? I just think I should do something else, instead of revolving around him only." I replied readily.

"Makes sense, look at that Henry, rumors flying everywhere, I’ve been disliking it for a long time!" My dad suddenly gained some courage, expressing obvious dissatisfaction when talking about Henry.

My dad refrained from speaking up earlier because of my deep affection for Henry, fearing if he said anything, it would backfire.

I echoed, "Exactly, scumbag!"

As I started it, my parents unleashed their pent-up grievances about Henry, and I realized how much they had endured for me.

Bitterly and with guilt, I couldn’t lift my head.

By the time we got home, it was already late night. I washed and went to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept before my mom knocked on my door, and I drowsily asked, "What is it, mom?"

"Didn’t you want sticky rice chicken? I made a little for you. Would you like to get up and eat a bit?" My mom asked me.

I instantly woke up, sat in bed stunned for a few seconds, feeling my eyes warm, tears unexpectedly welled up.

Since my rebirth, I haven’t cried, even when dreaming of the painful scenes from my past life, I just woke up feeling miserable, having become numb to the pain, no longer finding it so hard to accept.

But with my mom making sticky rice chicken for me in the middle of the night, I couldn’t help but want to cry.