Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 33: It Turns Out That in This World, Only Love Is a Walking Corpse

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: It Turns Out That in This World, Only Love Is a Walking Corpse

Now I realize that in this world, only love is a walking corpse, ready to tear you apart at any moment.

After leaving Hunter Warren, I feel like my sky has widened significantly.

Now, I don’t want to think about anything, just have one goal.

Study abroad, come back and help manage the Townsend Corporation.

Love... I will never try that again in the future.

Let’s stop here."

"Faye, are you really okay?

Can I really leave without worry, leaving you to face all this alone?

Why don’t you come with me, I’ll take you to the military base."

"Henry, I’m fine.

Look, I’m still smiling, aren’t I?

If one day I’m truly in so much pain that I can’t smile anymore,

I’ll tell you."

Henry Sullivan glanced at Faye Townsend, who was forcing a smile.

He sighed more than once, Hunter Warren has hurt her deeply after all.

At three in the afternoon, she took Henry to the airport.

Before leaving, Henry Sullivan held her hand tightly and reminded her more than once.

"Don’t make life too hard for yourself.

Remember, even if you’re cornered, you still have me."

She reached out and hugged Henry’s waist: "It’s so good to have you, Henry.

But Henry, don’t worry about me, I’ll definitely take good care of myself.

I won’t give up the whole world for just one person."

She felt really touched; compared to Richard Townsend, this is what a brother should be like, isn’t it?

After sending Henry off, she drove to the hospital again.

She arranged a caregiver for the person injured by Richard, and only left after leaving some money.

Back at the hotel, Richard called her to come home for dinner.

He said it was to thank his sister for saving him.

But she knew very well that Richard calling her wouldn’t be for anything good.

She chose to ignore him.

In the evening, she moved her only belongings from the hotel to Henry Sullivan’s apartment.

Henry Sullivan’s apartment had an open bedroom and kitchen.

The entire space was large, so it also felt very empty.

Late at night, when the lights were first lit, she sat alone on the balcony sipping coffee, gazing at the distant city lights, feeling an unprecedented loneliness.

The next morning, while she was still sleeping soundly, her phone rang urgently.

Faye turned over and picked up her phone from the bedside table, answering with her eyes closed: "Hello."

"Where are you? Why did you check out?"

Hearing Oliver Turner’s voice on the other end of the line.

Faye stretched lazily: "I’m not staying at the hotel anymore.

From now on, I’ll be staying at an old friend’s place."

"Old friend? Are you cohabiting with someone?"

Faye lazily sat up: "Don’t talk nonsense.

This old friend of mine isn’t in Anchester.

Why, did you need something from me?"

"I had the hotel staff deliver food to you, but they told me you checked out.

I was really worried about you, so I called to check in."

Faye rubbed her temples: "I’m fine, anything else?"

"You really are heartless. Can’t I call you even if there’s nothing else?"

"It seems we don’t have much to talk about, do we?" Faye said somewhat impatiently.

"I didn’t sleep well last night, and I need to catch up on sleep now.

If you have nothing else, I’ll hang up."

"Wait, you really are impatient.

You can’t rush things like eating dates in one bite.

Where are you staying? I’ll come find you, I’ve drafted the new contract."