42. I'M NOT YOURS ANYMORE

This man, with his strong muscles and stern look, could easily charm many girls. He paused at the door and looked back at the dark, empty rooms. The phone was ringing all the time. He took out his phone and glanced at it, ignoring it.

They just hadn't seen each other for a short time, but they seemed to have missed a lifetime, and it was hard to say whether they were familiar or unfamiliar. Thera was afraid that he would hear a sound, so she struggled not to cry and leaned against the wall, imagining his lost expression now.

He closed the door and left, each step echoing in the empty corridor, like a sharp knife piercing her heart. Thera's heart hurted so much that she could't breathe. He already had a fiancée, why did he come to see her?

Simon, you bastard!

She stayed in the stairwell until the sound of his footsteps completely disappeared. After coming out of the stairwell, she seemed dehydrated and walked wearily into the house."

The furnishings in the house remained the same as before she left. Just a few more belongings from Simon. Some toiletries, some clothes and slippers.

Thera lingered around the house and sat down on the sofa.

She saw a freshly extinguished cigarette end in the ashtray. How dared he smoke in her house! She did't like to smell smoke, so for her sake he hardly smoked anymore, except when he was particularly upset. The smell of Simon still seemed to remain in the room, like his firm and powerful embrace, tightly hugging her.

Thera just felt upset and wanted to flee here as soon as possible. There were too many memories of her and Simon in this house. Just half a month ago, she was still considering that they could still make up as usual. And now?

She looked at herself in the mirror, with a clear kiss mark on her neck that belonged to another man. She peeled off her clothes to reveal her bruised body. She rubbed her skin so hard that it turned red.

However, the body could't be washed clean anyway. She won't belong to him, and he's not hers anymore." Suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

At this moment, her heart also died.

"Simon, I won't love you anymore, neither of us deserves to talk about love!"

The beautiful angel statue held a huge mirror in its hand, in which a face like a devil was reflected.

Cyril tidied up his collar. He was so handsome in the mirror that no angel could match him. The servant on the side came over holding a tie and fastened it for him as usual. He snorted, disgusted at the smell on her.

The servant quickly stepped back and said, "Young master?"

Cyril lazily took the tie and tied it himself. He did't know why he had become accustomed to Thera's smell since he met her. Just a few days after letting her go, he had already starting to miss her.

How could Thera know that her departure was actually his plan.

If it weren't for his initiative to let her go, how could she had a chance to attack him and leave the yacht so smoothly? The more she tried to hide her identity, the more curious he became about who she was.

However, recalling what she had done to him before she left. Cyril made an evil smile.