CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: BLAKE SINCLAIR’S FIRST LOVE (PART 1)

Zion Pence’s mind was blank, his face burning with pain.

Holly Crowe shook her hand, looking at his clenched fist with sarcasm, "What? Isn’t this what you asked for? This is the last time. If it happens again, I’ll call the police!"

After speaking, she picked up the bag and the fallen items from the ground and turned to leave.

"Do you think marrying Blake Sinclair is a good thing?"

Zion Pence roared behind her, "People like them are the most hypocritical! They can treat you well now but will degrade you to nothing later! He’s just deceiving you, Holly!"

Holly didn’t turn back, nor did she stop.

Zion Pence chased after her, shouting hysterically, "Holly! If Blake Sinclair finds out about you and Frederick Fletcher, do you think he’ll still forgive you? Will he still want you?"

Holly stopped and slowly turned her head.

Zion Pence thought he finally had her, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

He stepped forward quickly, "Holly, I’m the only one in this world who truly loves you. If you come back, I won’t care about anything else."

Holly turned around, looking at his pretended deep affection, and smiled speechlessly.

"You remind me, there’s still this account to settle with you."

Zion Pence didn’t expect her to react like this.

"Aren’t you afraid? Afraid that Blake Sinclair will divorce you when he finds out? You haven’t even slept together yet! He’ll find out sooner or later."

Holly’s face showed no expression: "Were you hiding under our bed?"

Zion Pence: "..."

Holly: "My husband and I are very happy, in every way! No need for your concern!"

Zion Pence was anxious.

Even though he knew they would definitely have a relationship after marriage, hearing this still upset him.

He couldn’t believe Blake Sinclair really didn’t mind!

How is that possible!

What man wouldn’t mind something like that!

Holly no longer wanted to deal with him and turned to leave.

Zion Pence watched her about to walk out and shouted, "What about you? Don’t you mind that Blake Sinclair has a First Love?"

Holly paused.

Zion Pence caught that momentary pause, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He moved a bit closer, "I only overheard it by chance from someone else. Since you’ve married Blake Sinclair, you must know Shane Yates."

Zion Pence continued talking to himself; even though Holly had her back to him, he knew she was listening.

"Once at a party, Shane Yates drank too much and let it slip. He said Blake Sinclair has always had a First Love hidden for many years. Holly, Blake Sinclair is not as simple as he seems! Surely he hasn’t told you about this."

As he said this, his hand almost reached Holly’s shoulder.

But just before he touched her, Holly turned back and slapped his hand away.

Her expression was not what he expected, no panic, no hurt, but calmness.

Zion Pence was suddenly stunned.

He panicked a bit, his speech speeding up uncontrollably, "Holly, I don’t believe you don’t care at all!"

"Don’t you want to know who that person in his heart really is? And why he was in Brelond for so many years! Blake Sinclair..."

"Enough!" Holly interrupted him, looking at him coldly, "This is my business, it’s none of your business!"

"Do you think a few random words would make me believe you? The matters between us as a married couple have nothing to do with an outsider like you! I know better than you whether my husband has a First Love!"

Zion Pence almost shouted, "I don’t believe it!"

But Holly didn’t even bother to give him a glance and walked away quickly.

Not far away, behind a column, Mia Chapelle stood in front of a window, clenching her fists angrily as she watched Holly walk away.

"Mom, look! The face of that big-bellied sister looks so scary! There’s a big scar on her nose!"

A little boy passing by pointed at Mia Chapelle and said.

The boy’s mother looked in the direction he was pointing, and when Mia looked over, she quickly covered his mouth awkwardly, apologized repeatedly, and left with the child.

Mia Chapelle was startled when she heard the boy’s words.

She looked up at her reflection in the window glass and was startled as if she’d been burned, hurriedly searching her bag for a mask to cover the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes filled with resentment.

The café glass window reflected her lost pupils; upon hearing Celia Stiles’ voice, Holly Crowe came back to her senses.

No matter how much she tried to convince herself, she couldn’t deceive her own heart. She couldn’t deny it; she was swayed by Zion Pence’s words.

Blake Sinclair’s First Love?

Once the thought appeared, it couldn’t be dismissed!

In fact, it wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it before; she’d just never thought along those lines until Zion Pence’s words opened her eyes today.

Those details she used to overlook now surfaced all at once.

She remembered once, while helping Blake Sinclair with his tie, she noticed that every tie of his had the same swallow embroidered pattern on the inside.

This swallow embroidered pattern matched his WeChat avatar, a swallow drawing exactly, it was obviously hand-drawn, with an immature style, like a child’s drawing.

Holly initially suspected it might be Shirley Sinclair, but after seeing Shirley’s paintings, she dismissed the thought.

What significance does this swallow have for Blake Sinclair?

And that firework display, why did he insist on watching fireworks on his birthday, is there some special meaning?

Remembering the fireworks she arranged for his birthday brought a twinge of sadness to Holly.

That night, was the surprise in Blake Sinclair’s eyes because of her gift, or because through the fireworks he saw someone else’s shadow?

Since leaving the bathroom, Celia Stiles had noticed Holly seemed strange, distracted all the time.

"Senior, what’s wrong?" she waved her hand in the air.

Holly looked at her, thought about it, and relayed what Zion Pence had said to her.

Celia listened and widened her eyes, nearly biting her tongue.

"What? That scumbag Zion Pence came to see you just now?"

"What? Blake Sinclair has a First Love?"

Holly moved the cake plate closer to her and nodded weakly.

Celia supported her chin with her hand, her eyes darting quickly.

"Let me think, give me two minutes."

She said, picking up a spoon, cut a piece of cake into her mouth, took a few bites, and put the spoon down.

"I get it now, so Senior, you want to know if Blake Sinclair really has a First Love and what the swallow embroidery pattern means, right?"

Holly wasn’t sure how to reply.

She felt maybe some things weren’t necessary to know too clearly. After all, it seemed she shouldn’t probe too deeply into Blake Sinclair’s past, but...

"I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel comfortable." she said.

Celia nodded knowingly, "So you want to know."

Holly: "..."

Huh? Is that what she meant?

Celia had entered strategist mode, waving her hand grandly, "This question is very simple and easily solved."

Holly became interested, leaning forward with a bit of urgency she didn’t realize herself, "What’s the solution?"

Actually, it wasn’t that she needed an answer, but if there really was a simple way to clear the doubts, then... it might be worth trying.