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Love Contract novel Chapter 135

He stood at the door of the apartment with the key on his hand, regardless of his discomfort. He had hoped that when he opened the door, Mary would be on the other side waiting for him!

"You're back? Where have you been?"

Perhaps, she would be waiting for him on the sofa as usual.

Maybe she was watching TV again.

Maybe she was eating snacks...

Crack!

The door was opened and William took a step inside.

The TV wasn't on, there were no snacks, no Mary...

"Mary!" William shouted hysterically as tears fell down his cheeks.

He took two steps forward and swept his eyes across the empty room. His heart felt colder than the temperature.

"Ring... " The phone rang again, and William picked it up almost instantaneously. "Hello? Mary, is that you?"

"Boss..." Kevin was stunned. He stared at the letter he just received and said, "I just received Mary's resignation..."

"Bang!"

The phone slipped down from his ear and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

He rushed to Mary's bedroom.

The bed was neat and the floor was spotless. It seemed that she had just left for work and would come back in the evening.

Mary, you had cut off all contact with me.

William staggered to the bed and saw a box on it.

He opened the box with his trembling hands.

A red dress, a photo album, and a wedding ring.

"This ring...Who bought it?"

He remembered that when he gave her the ring, Mary asked expectantly.

"Kevin did. Why do you ask?" he answered.

"Oh. Nothing, it's just...I think it's pretty." Mary lowered her head. A hint of disappointment flashed through her eyes.

It turned out that he had already noticed the disappointment in her eyes, but why did he choose to be so indifferent?

The ring was held tightly in his hand, as if it was going to be embedded in his palm.

Seeing the photo album in the box, William took it out.

It was their wedding photos.

He opened it. Mary looked so majestic in her phoenix coronet and robes of rank. She looked like an empress in a beautiful painting.

In the photo, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was so obvious that he didn't notice it at that time.

He turned over page by page, like looking into the memories in his heart.

He remembered the first time he had met her. It all seemed like it just happened yesterday.

On a night in midsummer three years ago, the top floor of AJ Group.

The top floor had always been a place for William to relax after work. He could go up to have a cigarette, and watch the cityscape at night.

The same thing happened that day. But when he reached the last step, he suddenly found a girl sitting on the bench on the top floor. He could only see the side of her face, and her long hair dancing with the wind.

In the dim light, William looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock. Was she not afraid of being all by herself here at this time of the night?

A gust of hot wind blew, and a faint smell of instant noodles suddenly lingered in the air, which made him displeased.

He stared at the girl who was gobbling up the noodles like she was eating something really delicious.

"Is it that delicious?"

He was never one for small talk before, but he initiated the conversation anyway.

Maybe it was because that girl was the first person to go to the top floor except him. Maybe it was because there were only two of them in the company. Or maybe it was because of some unknown reason...

"Ah!" The girl was obviously startled. She stood in attention and looked at him like a frightened deer. "You... Who are you?"

"I... I'm also a member of this company." With his hands in his pockets, William slowly walked towards the railing. "You, don't get too close to the railing," said the girl. "This is the thirty-second floor. It's very dangerous."

"Why are you here?" William didn't answer her and asked a question instead.

"I stumbled upon it by accident," the girl said in a somewhat timid voice. "It's too suffocating in the company, so I came out here to eat. Am I bothering you?"

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