After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again-Chapter 49: Murdering Her Own Husband

The people at the table noticed something was off, but no one broke the mood, and they kept the atmosphere lively and cheerful.

The New Year’s dinner lasted for three hours.

Grace Linney had known for some time that she wouldn’t be joining them to celebrate the New Year elsewhere. After dinner, she gave a red envelope to Florence Fuller in front of Old Mr. Gardiner with a friendly smile and asked, "Florence, are you sure you don’t want to celebrate the New Year with us elsewhere?"

Florence Fuller accepted it with a smile and said, "Thanks, Mom, but this plan was set long ago, and I can’t cancel it."

"Going to that manor every year gets boring anyway," Old Mr. Gardiner sighed, "I don’t like going either."

Florence Fuller had a flight at one in the morning, and since Old Mr. Gardiner wasn’t a night owl, he retired to bed around eleven. Florence also packed her belongings, planning to head straight to the airport.

"I’ll take you."

Luke Gardiner had been standing at the entrance, waiting for her.

"No need, there’s a driver."

Without even glancing at him, she walked straight out.

Luke Gardiner blocked her way, "I’ve gotten the full story about what happened that day. I wanted to apologize, I..."

Florence didn’t listen, bypassing him and walking to the parked car. She opened the car door as Luke Gardiner followed, "Don’t be like this, let’s just move past what happened that day, between us..."

"Luke Gardiner." Standing by the car door, Florence looked at him, "After the New Year, I’ll talk to Grandpa about the divorce first. You don’t need to show up, I’ll handle Grandpa, you just need to sign the papers then."

Luke Gardiner looked at her, speechless for a while.

The car door slammed shut, pulling him back to reality. He patted the car door, "No, I don’t agree, I..."

The car mercilessly drove away in front of him.

Little white snowflakes drifted down, and the car vanished into the night ahead, leaving Luke Gardiner standing there, stunned and unable to come to his senses for a long time.

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Switzerland.

Moorridge’s private ski resort.

Even though Florence Fuller was busy, she came to this ski resort every year around this time. It had been almost six years, and she had even become acquainted with the ski resort’s owner.

"How many days are you staying this time? Hopefully, you won’t leave after just one day like the past few years," Natalie asked.

She was the owner of the ski resort.

"We’ll see," Florence replied as she headed to her room in the elevator, "I’m not in a rush to return this time."

"Is your husband not coming again this year?" Natalie found it quite strange, "You both used to stay here for days together."

Florence’s eyes flickered, "It’s just me again this year."

Natalie realized something but thought it couldn’t be true, "Dear, you haven’t split up, have you?"

Florence only smiled silently, not replying.

Natalie pressed her lips together, feeling it was a pity.

No wonder Florence stayed only a day the past couple of years before leaving.

She left, and he arrived shortly after.

Natalie escorted her to the room and left. It was midday in Switzerland, heavy snow was falling outside. Florence stood dazing on the balcony, gazing at the vast snowy landscape, until the cold and pain from the wind snapped her back to reality, and she went inside.

Florence spent the whole day adjusting to the time difference at the hotel. On the third day, the weather was nice, and the ski resort was sunny, so she got her equipment and went out, finding a staff member waiting for her at the door.

Florence handed her things to him, and the staff took them, "Ma’am, there’s a gentleman waiting for you in the lobby."

Florence found it odd, and a strange feeling of anticipation arose inside her. She hurried to the hotel lobby and met a familiar face.

Her expression turned cold.

Luke Gardiner had arrived the day before and had been waiting in the hotel lobby all day. He only knew Florence was staying here, but the hotel staff wouldn’t give him her room information. He finally caught sight of her this morning.

Seeing her turn her face and walk out straight away, Luke hurried to catch up, "Florence."

Florence had her arm grabbed by him, and she frowned, "Let go."

Luke released her arm.

Florence continued walking outside, and he followed her onto the shuttle to the ski slopes.

"What do you want?" She was truly irritated, "Don’t you have anything better to do during the New Year?"

Luke stared at her, "Yes, I’m bored to death."

Florence rolled her eyes, deciding to ignore him.

The hotel and ski resort were part of the same property, and it was only a ten-minute drive.

An attendant led her toward the VIP lounge, with Luke trailing beside, "You can ski."

The lounge was spacious and well-furnished.

The attendant left, and Luke circled her, "I know you’re angry about what happened that day, but I really didn’t know those things. Can I apologize?"

Florence busied herself arranging her things in silence, ignoring whatever Luke was saying. He reached out, trying to help her organize.

Whenever Florence placed down a cup, he would touch the table, and whenever she hung something, he would fuss with the hangers.

"Aren’t you annoying?" Florence’s patience snapped, "Can you go back!"

The lounge went quiet for a moment.

Luke: "No."

Florence opted to change her clothes.

When she came out in her skiing gear, the lounge was empty.

She looked like he had left.

She put on her protective gear and headed from the lounge’s other side straight to the slopes.

The ski resort was large, with marked areas, and not many people were around, maybe just three or four in her sight.

Quiet, that’s good.

A year without skiing had made her rusty, so she started with a coach by her side, cautiously getting the hang of it until she felt confident to go on her own.

After skiing awhile, she got a bit tired and stopped to take a break, reaching up to wipe her goggles, only to be hit unexpectedly.

The person who hit her reacted quickly, stabilizing himself and catching her to prevent a fall. Florence instinctively exclaimed and then pulled away from his embrace once she realized.

"Sorry."

The man was fully covered in skiing gear, tall and strong, and through his goggles, their eyes met from a distance.

The wind and snow blurred everything. Florence, wrapped up tightly, felt as if she was hearing things.

"It’s okay."

She turned away, convincing herself she was just imagining things.

Anything could remind her of him.

She had barely skied a few steps away when she heard her name called loudly.

"Florence~"

Florence turned her head and saw a man in a dark blue ski suit skiing on two boards, his tall figure crouched low, leveraging the hill’s slope to glide down.

His voice betrayed his fear.

That fool, Luke Gardiner.

Florence contemplated pretending she didn’t know him and ignoring him, skiing away in the opposite direction.

"Help~ me~" Luke was already in her sight, "If you don’t help, you’re murdering your husband."

Florence held back, intending to go to him, but someone grabbed her hand; she turned to see it was the man who had just bumped into her.

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