Semua Bab Contract Over: You're Free to Go: Bab 41 - Bab 50

As it was, even Teresa was stunned to hear the words she just said. During her argument with Silas back home, she'd accused him of flirting with other women behind her back and used the most biting remarks to confront him.But now, when another man attempted to pin those sleazy assumptions onto Silas, her instinctive reaction was to refute him and defend Silas.Because deep down inside, she knew better than anyone the pride and sense of righteousness that were carved into Silas' bones. If he truly had a change of heart, he would decisively ask for a divorce instead of having secret rendezvous at cafes.The faint smile at the corner of Carlton's lips finally faltered. He set down his glass, his eyes flickering with well-hidden discontent. He had gone to great lengths to get that photo and to produce it in front of Teresa at just the right moment.His goal had been to watch the marriage crumble under their mutual suspicion.But instead, although Teresa did get into a fight with Sila

The next morning, the rainy weather in Bellmere finally broke, and the sun returned to the sky.Silas arrived at his studio early in the morning. Rather than a proper office, it was really just a rented one-bedroom apartment used to store material samples and renders of high-precision architectural drafts.He sat at his computer, staring at the final quotation and production schedule from Glimmer Studio. After much deliberation, he decided against responding to the email with his acceptance and called Estelle."Morning, Mr. Langston. Is there an issue with the quotation?" Estelle queried, her voice crisp and professional."The quotation is fine, and the pricing is fair."Silas leaned back in his chair, looking out at the bright sunlight outside. In a steady voice, he continued, "But I'm sorry, Ms. Lockwood. I'm afraid I have to cut short our collaboration for the glass facade."There was a clear pause on the other end. After a few seconds of silence, Estelle asked carefully, "Mr.

Teresa only saw the food left in the kitchen, but not the person who made it. The emotional chasm between them had already grown wider than she realized.…On Friday afternoon, at the CEO's office in TRS Group, Louisa came in with two gold-embossed invitations."Ms. Sloan, the arrangements for the company's annual gala tonight have been finalized," she said as she placed the invitations on the desk. "These are your cards for the seats reserved for you and Mr. Langston at the main table."Teresa flipped through them and nodded. "Has Silas been notified?""I sent him a reminder this morning. Mr. Langston said he would be sure to arrive at the hotel on time," Louisa said, pausing for a moment before she continued. "Also, Mr. Unger has confirmed his attendance. As the representative of Seek Capital, he's assigned to the first VIP table, right next to the main table."The pen in Teresa's hand paused for a fraction of a second before she resumed signing the documents in front of her.

The spotlight in the ballroom was so bright that Silas had to narrow his eyes. It felt like a scalpel, cutting him out of the main table, where a forced calm ensued, and exposing him to the hundreds of people in attendance."Go on. Just say a few quick words," Teresa turned and instructed him quietly.Under the table, she lightly patted the back of Silas' hand. Her tone carried a hint of reassurance, but her eyes held urgency—rushing him to get up on stage and complete the KPI that involved presenting a harmonious family image to the public.Silas stood and adjusted the hem of his suit jacket. He had actually prepared a speech. Before coming over to attend the company gala, he had practiced it several times in front of the mirror.It was a fairly unassuming speech, only containing some tender words of confession. He wanted to say, "I'm honored to have witnessed the way TRS Group has grown from the ground up over the past three years, and I'm proud of Teresa's achievements. I hope

"That was just business etiquette! He's representing the company's investors!" Teresa raised her voice, as if volume alone could give her the moral high ground."If I didn't play along with him, what am I supposed to do if the funding for the West District project cuts off? Don't you know how much pressure the company is under right now? Can't you be a little more mature and stop being so petty over these meaningless and unimportant things?""Meaningless and unimportant things…" Silas repeated, deeply sensing the outrageousness of this situation. "So my dignity is meaningless and unimportant, and so is my presence. Compared to your so-called bigger picture, our three-year marriage is also meaningless and unimportant, right?""I didn't say that!" Teresa fired back with an impatient wave of her hand. "I'm just asking you to learn to prioritize the important things!"You spend all your time at home, Silas. You have no idea how the business world works. Sometimes, compromising a little