His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 97: Chapter 97
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Because of that comment, James's spirits were completely revitalized.
He began following her around constantly.
His aunt, noticing their relationship seemed to be improving, was certainly pleased. But when she caught Ellie's sarcastic look after James turned away, she suppressed her excitement.
As a woman herself, she immediately understood Ellie's true feelings.
But she decided not to warn her nephew.
As the last suitcase was thrown into the trunk, the three of them set off for home.
Perhaps feeling optimistic about winning back his wife, James was in high spirits, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Even when Ellie pulled her hand away from his attempted grasp, it didn't dampen his mood at all.
Mr. and Mrs. Foster, having learned they were returning to the family home, were waiting at the entrance.
They immediately noticed James bustling around Ellie, the intensity in his eyes impossible to ignore.
Thanks to his aunt's advance warning, his parents exchanged a glance of pity, but said nothing.
Having survived such a disaster, they hosted a small celebration dinner to ward off bad luck.
Seeing how visibly exhausted the couple was, they didn't keep them long.
The two soon returned to the guest wing.
When James tried to follow her into the same room, Ellie blocked him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Ellie, I..."
"I said I'd give you a chance to win me back, but I never said we'd share a room. James, we're divorced."
With that, the bedroom door slammed shut in his face.
Remembering his mother's whispered advice about wooing women that she'd given him before they left, he pursed his lips and opened his browser.
The first suggestion that popped up was about birthdays.
James checked the calendar and realized Ellie's birthday was this coming weekend.
Recalling how he'd missed her birthday last year because he was picking Victoria up from the airport, a wave of guilt washed over him.
He quickly made a call, asking the person on the other end to book a restaurant and order flowers, along with instructions to deliver the sapphire necklace he'd bought at the auction to the restaurant.
On the top floor of the tallest building in the city, the entire restaurant was decorated with colorful flowers and ribbons.
James gazed out the window at the panoramic view of the city below.
But his heart remained heavy because the guest of honor hadn't shown up.
A loud crack of thunder sounded as heavy rain battered the windows.
The glass reflected his blurry silhouette and the dejection on his face.
His phone rang repeatedly, but no one answered on the other end.
So his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.
Strangely, he found himself thinking about her birthday last year. The housekeeper had mentioned it to him later.
Ellie had sat alone in a corner of a restaurant, just like he was doing now.
She'd watched as beautifully prepared dishes were repeatedly taken back to be reheated.
She'd seen one ice cream cake replaced with another, then another.
Outside, it had been pouring rain, just like tonight.
He tossed his phone aside and covered his face with a bitter laugh.
So this was how it felt to wait for someone.
Knowing deep down they wouldn't come, yet still hoping against all odds.
Only to be disappointed in the end.
Ellie hadn't stood him up intentionally. Just before she was supposed to leave, his aunt had mysteriously insisted on playing mahjong with her all night.
She'd thought about texting him to explain, but as soon as she picked up her phone, his aunt had pressed it back down.
"Why explain anything to him?"
"Didn't you get stood up on your birthday last year? What's wrong with making him wait a little? Remember?"
Recalling how she'd sat alone in that restaurant corner last year, Ellie put her phone away.
Yes, what harm was there in making him wait?
She had waited five years for him without any result.
By the time James returned to the guest wing, the light in Ellie's room had long been turned off.
He didn't say anything, simply leaving the prepared necklace outside her door.
In his heart, he whispered: "Happy birthday, Ellie."
He began following her around constantly.
His aunt, noticing their relationship seemed to be improving, was certainly pleased. But when she caught Ellie's sarcastic look after James turned away, she suppressed her excitement.
As a woman herself, she immediately understood Ellie's true feelings.
But she decided not to warn her nephew.
As the last suitcase was thrown into the trunk, the three of them set off for home.
Perhaps feeling optimistic about winning back his wife, James was in high spirits, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Even when Ellie pulled her hand away from his attempted grasp, it didn't dampen his mood at all.
Mr. and Mrs. Foster, having learned they were returning to the family home, were waiting at the entrance.
They immediately noticed James bustling around Ellie, the intensity in his eyes impossible to ignore.
Thanks to his aunt's advance warning, his parents exchanged a glance of pity, but said nothing.
Having survived such a disaster, they hosted a small celebration dinner to ward off bad luck.
Seeing how visibly exhausted the couple was, they didn't keep them long.
The two soon returned to the guest wing.
When James tried to follow her into the same room, Ellie blocked him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Ellie, I..."
"I said I'd give you a chance to win me back, but I never said we'd share a room. James, we're divorced."
With that, the bedroom door slammed shut in his face.
Remembering his mother's whispered advice about wooing women that she'd given him before they left, he pursed his lips and opened his browser.
The first suggestion that popped up was about birthdays.
James checked the calendar and realized Ellie's birthday was this coming weekend.
Recalling how he'd missed her birthday last year because he was picking Victoria up from the airport, a wave of guilt washed over him.
He quickly made a call, asking the person on the other end to book a restaurant and order flowers, along with instructions to deliver the sapphire necklace he'd bought at the auction to the restaurant.
On the top floor of the tallest building in the city, the entire restaurant was decorated with colorful flowers and ribbons.
James gazed out the window at the panoramic view of the city below.
But his heart remained heavy because the guest of honor hadn't shown up.
A loud crack of thunder sounded as heavy rain battered the windows.
The glass reflected his blurry silhouette and the dejection on his face.
His phone rang repeatedly, but no one answered on the other end.
So his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.
Strangely, he found himself thinking about her birthday last year. The housekeeper had mentioned it to him later.
Ellie had sat alone in a corner of a restaurant, just like he was doing now.
She'd watched as beautifully prepared dishes were repeatedly taken back to be reheated.
She'd seen one ice cream cake replaced with another, then another.
Outside, it had been pouring rain, just like tonight.
He tossed his phone aside and covered his face with a bitter laugh.
So this was how it felt to wait for someone.
Knowing deep down they wouldn't come, yet still hoping against all odds.
Only to be disappointed in the end.
Ellie hadn't stood him up intentionally. Just before she was supposed to leave, his aunt had mysteriously insisted on playing mahjong with her all night.
She'd thought about texting him to explain, but as soon as she picked up her phone, his aunt had pressed it back down.
"Why explain anything to him?"
"Didn't you get stood up on your birthday last year? What's wrong with making him wait a little? Remember?"
Recalling how she'd sat alone in that restaurant corner last year, Ellie put her phone away.
Yes, what harm was there in making him wait?
She had waited five years for him without any result.
By the time James returned to the guest wing, the light in Ellie's room had long been turned off.
He didn't say anything, simply leaving the prepared necklace outside her door.
In his heart, he whispered: "Happy birthday, Ellie."
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