... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Under the night.

The breeze gently swept across the lawn, bringing with it the faint fragrance of grass.

The smell of the flowers filled the garden air.

It was tranquil around. Riya sat on the rocking chair and stared at Stefan, who was squatting in front of her.

The scenery in front of her seemed to be covered by this figure. She blinked and wanted to think about something else rather than the scenery.

She didn’t get what he just said.

"You have a girlfriend?"

She understood that the Key family would certainly introduce girls to Stefan.

Because he was no longer young. And he wasn’t just an ordinary person.

The Keys should be worried about him. They should introduce girls to him. And he should think about other women. All was normal.

However, Riya felt that something was wrong.

Since he had a girlfriend, why was he still pursuing her?

Stefan looked at Riya with a heavy expression. His eyes were dark and unclear.

"I was waiting for her to agree."

Riya was furious and sat up from the rocking chair.

"Since you already have a girlfriend, why are you still teasing me? Are you men all sick? You like dating multiple girls at the same time."

Stefan was stunned and looked at her in surprise. Riya’s sudden anger surprised him.

Riya finished speaking and was suddenly a little confused.

She asked herself why was she so angry, <Am I crazy, or is it just because I don’t want to lose the back-up, just like all those women.

I had already rejected him, so it was normal for Stefan to look for another woman. I should not be angry or question him.>

"You are jealous."

Stefan chuckled. His voice became much gentler.

His smile was something rare. He was used to being stiff. She felt kind of weird seeing him smiling.

Riya was stunned, flustered, at a loss, not knowing if it was because of his smile or words.

"Who’s jealous? What nonsense are you spouting?" "You are angry because I have a girlfriend." Stefan affirmed.

Riya suddenly panicked. Looking at the surrounding lawn, she became nervous and wanted to get up, but she couldn’t feel her legs.

She could only sit on the chair in a daze and deny with a messy face, "I’m not angry. It’s your business. It’s my freedom to have a boyfriend. We were wrong from the beginning. Didn’t we agree that no one can force the other? It’s good that you have someone you like. That way, my family won’t have to force me to be with you. I’m free too."

Riya grasped the corner of her clothes tightly. She still wanted to say something. But Stefan’s cold expression rendered her speechless.

She wondered what was wrong with her here today? Why was her mood so changeable?

She wasn’t like this before. She was very calm. Usually, she was the one who controlled the conversations. Today, she felt her heart was in a mess.

"Do you seriously want me to let go? Do you really hate to be with me?"

Stefan’s voice was a little deep, cold and indifferent, without ups and downs, but it made Riya freeze.

Riya’s calmness cracked a little at this moment.

She could not think of any response to Stephen’s question.

She opened her lips and replied in a soft voice, "I don’t like you in the first place."

She had said this many times before. But every time, Stefan would ignore it.

This time, Stefan did not speak. He stared at her for a while and then stood up.

"As long as you’re happy."

His voice was still calm and flat, without any ups and downs, as cold and dull as it had been.

With that, Stefan turned and left.

He didn’t pester her, didn’t get angry with her, and didn’t force her like he used to.

Riya looked at the aloof back and suddenly felt suffocated.

She couldn’t help grabbing her chest and throwing everything in her hands on the ground angrily.

"That’s right. I would be delighted without your pestering."

Looking at Stephan walking away without ever turning back, Riya felt her heart stifled.

"Why am I mad? Am I sick?" she thought.

"Why did Mr. Key leave?"

Amelia came out and saw Riya sitting alone in a rocking chair, her cell phone thrown on the lawn.

She wondered what happened between Stephan and Riya. They looked fine just now. "I don’t care."

Riya angrily picked up the phone and walked to the garage without looking back.

She could drive back by herself.

"What the hell is wrong with him?"

She sighed and turned back to the villa.

"You want to have a drink with me?"

When Margaret received Riya’s call, she first frowned and peeked at Julian downstairs.

Her period had just left. Shouldn’t it be a good day?

Margaret hesitated, although it was a little inappropriate to abandon her best

friend...

"If you don’t come, I will go to your house. I will live in your bedroom. You won’t be able to make out with Julian."

She was not in a good mood now, so she could not see other people in love.

Margaret curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"We are legal husband and wife. What reason do you have to disturb us from having sex?"

"Forget it if you don’t want to come. I’ll just be fine myself."

Riya didn’t threaten her anymore. Her voice was feeble.

Hearing this, Margaret immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Riya seemed to be a little frustrated.

As a good friend, she should stay with her now.

"Where are you? I’ll go there. It’s so late. I hope you’re not at a bar."

Bars had become her nightmare. Julian said if she went to the bar again, he would force her to be his stripper for a week!

"He wants me to dance on the bed. That’s so kinky." Thought Margaret.

"I’m at the apartment, the place where you came last time. When you come, bring some beer from downstairs."

"Drink? No, I’m preparing for pregnancy."

Margaret blushed and whispered.

Sure enough, Riya was enraged by that.

She laughed coldly, filled with disdain.

"Margaret, can you be a little more reserved? Preparing for pregnancy? Who said that she wouldn’t be the mother of his child?"

Margaret lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her clothes. Her face was burning.

"I didn’t say that I wouldn’t give birth forever. Anyway, we won’t divorce. I have my principles. During the continuation of the marriage, I won’t engage in any extramarital affairs. It’s legal to give birth. Why shouldn’t I?"

Riya said irritably as she listened to Margaret’s excuses.

"Hurry up and come here. Stop showing off for now. Don’t tell Julian, and don’t tell me about your love story. I’m so sick of seeing couples. Be careful that I will break you up."

Hearing Riya’s jealous voice, Margaret immediately felt proud.

"It’s your business if you are annoyed. Anyway, we won’t be separated!"

Riya thought, "Do you want me to try?"

...

When Margaret arrived, Riya had already drunk a bottle of red wine and was drunk on the sofa.

Margaret changed into slippers and quickly ran over.

"What happened to you? Did Stefan abandon you?"

Looking at Riya’s eyes, Margaret seemed to have gotten an affirmative answer.

She was immediately satisfied.

"As I said, Stefan should have abandoned you. You are too dramatic.

"There are so many women on the earth. As long as he wants, he could attract many."

Looking at Riya’s disappointed face, Margaret felt very delighted.

Although it was a bit of a pity that she had flaked out on Julian today, they would have a lot of time in the future.

Moreover, she was still counting the days.

It seemed like it was not suitable for pregnancy right after her period.

"Attract as many as he wants. It’s not like I don’t have a man."

Riya sneered. She sat up from the sofa, tidied up her pajamas, and looked up at Margaret.

"Where’s the wine?"

Margaret was stunned. Only then did she remember that she had forgotten to buy wine.

Margaret sighed, "What’s so good about that bitter thing? Come, confide in me. I can be your relationship consultant."

Riya curled the corners of her mouth in disdain.

"You? You can’t even handle your own feelings. You are useless. Last time when Julian was on a business trip, you chased him all the way to Italy."

"You are so promising. I didn’t know that you could chase a man thousands of miles away."

Being ridiculed by Riya, Margaret did not get angry this time, which was rare.

She obediently sat down on the sofa and whispered with a red face, "I’m already married to him. I’m already his woman. What are you expecting?"

Riya looked at Margaret, feeling disgusted.

She quickly shifted her body, her eyes full of disdain.

"Look at what you just said, Margaret. You are impossible."

Riya was highly embarrassed when she heard this and thought, "Can you be even cornier?"

Margaret was hurt by Riya’s disgusted look. She snorted coldly and turned around, "I didn’t do anything wrong. We’re already married. No matter how hard I try, I won’t be able to escape from his grasp. Besides, my mother won’t let me get a divorce. It’s just my fate. What’s wrong with not causing trouble for myself?"

She didn’t want to act like a drama queen.

She didn’t think that she was living in a novel.

"Fate or desire? I guessed Julian had conquered you fully on the bed!"

Riya rolled her eyes with the strongest contempt.

She thought, <It perfectly proved that dramatic cliché line.

To conquer a woman’s heart, one had to first conquer her body.>

Margaret was unconvinced and said, "Who says I’m conquered? I just need a child. Besides, that child is born from my body, so it will be mine. And a child won’t necessarily change anything. I’ll need a guy to have a child with anyway."

"Wow! Margaret, you have a clear mind. You are brilliant."

"A child won’t change anything? What an excuse! You’re so useless."

Riya thought, "You are just conquered by Julian’s suit pants."

"Whatever you think. Anyway, I am now successful in my career, having a handsome husband. And soon, I’ll be a mother."

"And you are just an old virgin." thought Margaret.

Riya looked at Margaret in disbelief and admiration.

"Margaret, you are really amazing. Look at how articulate you are now after being with Julian. Your mom should be happy."

Riya reached her hand, wanted to pet Margaret on the head. Margaret slapped it away.

"This is just the education I received from my family. What does it have to do with Julian?"

"You are such a homebody!"

Riya clicked her tongue and leaned forward. "Since when did the Anderson family need you to give birth to children? Bruce already has two sons. Hilla was younger than you are now when she had her second child."

"Age doesn’t mean anything. She married younger than me. But it doesn’t mean she will have more children. And she has a C-section. It will take another two years for her to have the next baby. I’ll be having two children in three years too."

Riya thought, "Well, that isn’t wrong."

"Hehe, she’s capable of having twins. She can have four in five years. Can you match her speed?"

"Are you kidding me? Can’t I give birth to twins? The genes of these twins are not monopolized by the Holt family."

Margaret had a serious expression on her face, which made Riya almost fall to the ground.

"People say that woman in love is brainless. You have no brain at all." thought Riya.

"I wish you triplets, no, quadruplets. Since it’s all a dream, let’s make it a bigger one." Riya mocked with a comforting look.

Margaret was stunned for a moment.

Then she gritted her teeth, "You are laughing at me? At the very least, I’m taken. You can’t even keep a man. Let alone getting married and having a child, wait for my grandsons to grow up and call you Grandma."

"Margaret, you dare say that again!"

"Besides, it’s Stefan who doesn’t want you anymore. You broke up and felt sad. That’s why you wanted to get drunk. I am a good woman who loves life. I’m not you."

Riya was enraged. She cursed inside.

Inside the bar.

Julian frowned at the ear-splitting music.

She glanced at the man in front of him and reluctantly sat down.

"It’s such a pleasure to be invited by you, Mr. Key."

Julian looked at the cup, and his eyes darkened. He had no intention of drinking.

He needed to drive later.

Stefan leaned back in his chair. His face was submerged in the night.

He did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at the blurry figure on the dance floor.

"If you may, please take care of Riya. Don’t let her disturb Margaret all the time. I don’t have any intention of sitting down with you."

Julian was not in a hurry. He calmly poured another glass of wine for himself.

Stefan turned around and emptied his glass.

"I have no intention of sitting down with you either."

Julian raised his eyebrows, thinking, "You didn’t mean that. Why did you call him here?"

Moreover, in such a foul place like the bar, it was easy to cause problems if one was not careful.

Julian withdrew his gaze with disgust at the crazily twisting body on the stage, thinking it was repulsive!

Stefan poured himself another cup and drank it all in one gulp. "It’s nothing. I’ve drunk too much. Please do me a favor by sending me back, Mr. Jorgansen."

"And pick up your woman, by the way." Stefan continued in his heart.