The sun was setting, its golden rays piercing through the clouds, exceptionally dazzling.
Thaddeus sat tiredly in the back seat, the luxury car heading towards Windermere Estate.
"Mr. Thaddeus, I've taken care of those online accounts that were smearing Ms. Ilana. We've sent them legal notices and I believe they'll think twice before doing it again.
However, we can't control the buzz about the marriage news, it's a thorny issue." Gordon seemed somewhat troubled.
Thaddeus quietly looked out the window.
He had attempted to contact Ilana multiple times on the way, but the awkwardness from their last unpleasant conversation always stopped him.
What would he say even if he did call, and she answered?
Should he apologize for today's events?
He found it hard to say anything, but there was a heavy feeling in his heart, as if a massive rock was pressing down on him.
As they approached Windermere Estate, Thaddeus suddenly furrowed his brows.
"Stop the car."
The driver immediately pulled over.
Before Gordon could ask why, Thaddeus had already opened the car door and gotten out.
He crossed the road and headed straight for a clothing store.
The display window showcased exquisite suits and the sign above the shop read — Timeless Reminiscence.
Thaddeus suddenly remembered, the suit box that Ilana had given him also had this name on it.
He walked in, the doorbell jingling as the door opened, and an elderly tailor approached him.
"Sir, are you here to pick up or custom-make clothes?"
Thaddeus hesitated for a moment, then asked, "About a month ago, did a woman in her twenties custom-make a men's suit here?"
"Oh yes, there was such a lady. She was very nimble and left a deep impression on me."
The old tailor recalled Ilana, "That lady had a gift for design. I've been in this field for forty years and I really can't compare to her."
"During that time, did she come here every day to make the clothes?" Thaddeus' voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Yes, she would come on time every day and work until we closed. There were times when I saw her so tired she would lay her head on the table to rest, she didn't even have time to drink water. It was heartbreaking."
The old tailor remembered, "I asked her if she was making it for her father or boyfriend, and she blushed and said it was for her lover. I didn't expect her to be married so young, I wonder who the lucky man is."
Lover.
The word pierced his heart like a knife.
"When she mentioned her lover, her eyes would always light up. I imagine she must love her husband very much, otherwise how could she make clothes so lovingly? Every stitch, every thread was an expression of her emotions. By the way, who are you? How did you know?"
Thaddeus swallowed hard, then said, "I am that lover."
The old tailor was stunned, looking at Thaddeus, "You two are really a match made in heaven!"
Thaddeus walked out of the tailor shop, the setting sun's afterglow on his face, it all felt like a dream.
A dream that Ilana had given him.
Could it be, that woman truly had feelings for him?
But could there really be someone who could switch so rationally, almost like having a split personality? When Ilana was with him, she only had eyes for him, but when she left him, she could swiftly change and put all her heart and soul into another man's arms?
Thaddeus felt empty, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Mr. Thaddeus! What brought you to such a common clothing store? You usually wear high-end custom-made clothes, when did you change your taste?" Gordon asked, the fool was completely oblivious to the severity of the situation.
"Never mind, let's go back."
Suddenly, Thaddeus' phone vibrated.
Thaddeus was nearly annoyed by the constant vibrations of his phone today, he glanced at it with a frown, then let out a sigh of relief.
It was his best friend, the Jareth family's eldest son, Jareth Fairhaven.
"What's up?" Thaddeus spoke.
"Come out tonight, I'll celebrate for you." Jareth's voice sounded relaxed with a hint of jest.
"Celebrate what?"
"That's up to you, I could be celebrating your wedding or your divorce."
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