As the door of the design studio swung open, a woman emerged, clad in a white down jacket. She carried a bag and wore a beige knitted hat as she descended the steps.
At that moment, the studio door opened once again, and a man stepped out, holding a khaki- colored scarf in his hand. He caught up with her and stood in front of her, affectionately wrapping the scarf around her neck. Lowering his head, he spoke a few words with a smile before letting go.
From a short distance away, Skyler Robins could clearly see Shirley Wilson smiling with joy, her eyes filled with happiness. There seemed to be an intense affection between the two. Anger surged within him, causing his hands to clench involuntarily.
He had been worried before, wondering if Shirley Wilson had been mistreated or threatened, which led her to leave Bloomstead.
But now, seeing her and Wade Yoder so affectionate, exchanging glances and displaying an incomparable love, there was no sign of her being mistreated at all.
Presumably, the reason she left without informing Ben was because she was afraid he would hinder her. She deliberately changed all her contact information and quietly started a new life in Riversouth.
The more Skyler Robins thought about it, the worse he felt. Looking at the couple not far away, they seemed particularly radiant.
He slowly averted his gaze, took a few deep puffs of his cigarette, and then flicked the butt out of the car window. Forcefully stepping on the gas pedal, the car roared like an arrow released from a bow.
The sound of the car was particularly loud, catching the attention of Shirley Wilson and Wade Yoder. But after a quick glance, they both looked away.
Wade Yoder looked at her and smiled gently, “I said I wanted to go to the hospital with you, but you didn’t let me. The hospital is crowded, so be careful on your own.”
Shirley Wilson helplessly curved her lips, “The hospital is always crowded. I’m not a child, I won’t get knocked down easily.”
“You have three children in your belly, so be extra careful.”
“Alright, alright, I know.”
Shirley Wilson shook her head and waved her hand, “I’m leaving, bye.”
“Take it slow on the way.” He worriedly reminded her.
Shirley Wilson responded with a sound of agreement and turned to leave. It was a chilly winter day, with a biting cold. She adjusted the scarf around her neck and walked alone on the street, carrying her bag.
Although there had been a risk of miscarriage recently, pregnant women still needed to take a walk to benefit the fetus.
Because she was pregnant with triplets, her belly was already showing. If it weren’t for the thick winter clothes, it would have been easily noticeable.
Lately, she had been feeling drowsy and unusually tired. As she walked, suddenly a car screeched to a halt by the side of the road, startling her for no reason.
Shirley Wilson glanced at the stopped car, didn’t think much of it, but furrowed her brows in annoyance and continued walking ahead. Young people these days drive recklessly, it’s scary.
“Stop!”
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind. Shirley Wilson instinctively turned around and saw the man she had been thinking about day and night standing behind her.
Her pupils slightly dilated, first with surprise, then with nervousness and fear from the depths of her heart. Skyler Robins, how could he be here?
Shirley Wilson’s face turned slightly pale, unable to stop herself from taking two steps back, swallowing her saliva, her gaze flickering. The two locked eyes, looking at each other.
It had only been a month or two, but they both seemed to have grown thinner. Shirley Wilson blinked nervously, biting her lip, but in the end, she couldn’t say anything and turned to walk away.
After a few steps, seeing that the man behind her didn’t chase after her, she started to run. Unfortunately, with her pregnancy, she couldn’t run fast.
Suddenly, a figure darted in front of her, blocking her path.
