I smiled and closed my eyes wearily.
Maybe, I was just his second chance.
Harper was right. I couldn’t compare with the woman he loved most.
She even didn’t need to do anything when Michael easily vetoed my efforts over the years.
“You look tired.”
Wesley’s voice suddenly sounded above my head. When I opened my eyes and looked at his familiar face, I suddenly had an impulse to hug him.
As soon as I had such an idea, I asked.
Chapter 7 No.
“Wesley, can I hug you?”
Wesley was stunned, and then his ears turned red.
He didn’t refuse me, but stretched out his arms to me.
I hesitated for a while and finally refused him.
“Forget it. No matter how much you look like each other, you are not him.”
Wesley sat beside me and looked at me. His smile was like the rising sun with warmth and
brilliance.
“I don’t look like Mr. Morris either.”
I smiled and didn’t explain.
It was already midnight when the infusion was finished. Wesley sent me home and then left.
Before leaving, he told me that both Michael and I had to maintain the marriage. If we only relied on one person, it would collapse sooner or later.
I knew this better than anyone else.
But…
