“Keegan told you about the Skrix museum project, right? I will be leaving early tomorrow morning. If it’s
inconvenient for you, I can ask him to arrange someone else for the trip,” Rosalynn said.
Maggie reassured her, saying, “Rosalynn, I have no issues with it.
What time are we leaving tomorrow?”
“At eight o’clock in the morning.”
“Got it.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter ending the call, Rosalynn took a deep breath. She had a simple meal and then began sketching
her design draft.
The following morning, as she was freshening up, her phone rang. It was Maggie.
“Rosalyn, open the door. I’m right outside.”
Rosalynn rushed to open the door, finding Maggie standing there with a suitcase and an insulated
lunchbox in hand. She was facing the opposite door.
“Maggie,” Rosalynn called out.
Maggie quickly turned around as realization dawned on her. “Rosalynn, have you moved back to your
own place? No wonder I rang the doorbell for so long without a response.”
Was there nobody in the opposite apartment?
Had Brian left?
Rosalynn recalled how Brian had bought the apartment across from her at a hefty price, all in an effort
to pursue her.
But now, after their divorce, he probably wouldn’t live there anymore.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt made sense.
Rosalynn sneered as she attempted to push him out of her mind entirely.
“Rosalynn, are you still upset with Mr. Hughes?” Maggie asked tentatively as she set breakfast on the
table.
Sitting down at the table, Rosalynn replied in a low voice, “No, he has nothing to do with me.”
Maggie eagerly unzipped her insulated Lunch box and took the food inside with curiosity gleaming in
her eyes.
“What do you mean, Rosalynn?”
Did they get divorced?
No, Rosalynn probably said those words because she was angry.
Rosalynn offered a wry smile and decided not to talk about it.