Chapter 808 - 411: Is the End of the Road Black or White (First Update)

Chapter 808: Chapter 411: Is the End of the Road Black or White (First Update)

Oh, it’s about this matter.

Lawrence Winters thought for a moment and realized he had indeed forgotten about Kenneth Osborne...

Feeling a bit awkward, she returned to her bedroom’s walk-in closet, put down her bag, and took the opportunity to calm herself down while changing clothes, thinking of how to smooth over this issue.

When she emerged from the closet, she was well-prepared.

Kenneth Osborne was still sitting silently on the couch by the door, watching her without a word.

Lawrence Winters looked back at him.

Under the light, Kenneth Osborne looked breathtakingly handsome.

It was as if The Three Pure Ones had used all their Celestial Path Skill, consulted all the beautiful scenery, concentrating the world’s most wonderful things to create such a face.

Just looking was a delight to one’s eyes.

Of course, if you looked too long, it became ordinary...

Because people experience aesthetic fatigue.

Lawrence Winters silently ridiculed in her heart and then walked up to Kenneth Osborne, saying blandly, "... This is something you need to ask yourself, Kenneth. What have you been so busy with lately that you don’t even know what your own wife is doing?"

Kenneth Osborne: "..."

Is this trying to turn the tables?

He narrowed his eyes, very wary of Lawrence Winters’ ability to change the topic.

Lawrence Winters sat down on the single sofa opposite Kenneth Osborne, looking at him: "You say the whole family knew, but you didn’t. Do you remember, when I told the family I was resigning, it seemed you were right there beside me? What were you thinking about? Why didn’t you hear me speak?"

An ordinary person would be thrown off by Lawrence Winters.

But Kenneth Osborne is no ordinary person.

He smirked, "Nora, don’t use this trick on me. You have a good memory; mine isn’t bad either. Can you recall when and where you told your family about quitting while I was present? If I was there and didn’t hear it, it’s my fault, and I apologize. But if it never happened, then you’re lying."

Lawrence Winters scoffed, irritably saying, "What does this have to do with having a good memory? These days, I leave early and come back late and talk to the family at fixed times, namely during dinner..."

Kenneth Osborne interrupted her, his gaze a bit disappointed and somewhat hurt, "... Nora, did you even notice that lately, I haven’t been here to have dinner?"

Lawrence Winters: "..."

She pursed her lips, frowning slightly, thinking oh no, Kenneth Osborne has uncovered the truth.

Kenneth Osborne persistently asked, "Nora, can you honestly say you haven’t noticed that lately I haven’t been having dinner at home?"

To be precise, it started when he planned to countersue.

Lawrence Winters couldn’t bluff anymore. She lowered her head, revealing part of her delicate, pale neck, stammering, "Perhaps... Probably... Maybe... It could be..."

Kenneth Osborne’s face grew colder: "So it didn’t happen. When you told the family you were quitting, I wasn’t there, so I didn’t know. And more importantly, I found out you haven’t even noticed I haven’t been eating dinner at home lately."

This realization made Kenneth Osborne even sadder.

But he didn’t show it at all.

Unlike Lawrence Winters, who naturally had the skill to divert topics and attention.

He stayed focused, never letting a conversation deviate.

"Nora, say something?"

After a while, Lawrence Winters reluctantly said softly, "... I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault. I have my own career, my own pursuits, and I don’t need to report everything to you. You must respect my own wishes."

"If we talk about respect, you haven’t respected me. I am your husband, but do you treat me as your husband? — I think you’ve never treated me as your husband, and still treat me like that old neighbor next door. You speak to me only when you feel like speaking. If you don’t, you act like I don’t exist."

Kenneth Osborne stared at her, eyes slowly reddened at the corners, hands clenching into fists, controlling his restless feelings.

This is his most difficult time, yet his beloved wife is indifferent to him, not even knowing he hasn’t been home for dinner.

Then she made a significant decision herself, thinking he didn’t deserve to know...

Lawrence Winters frowned, opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but realized the words she could say seemed so weak.

Kenneth Osborne wasn’t like Edward Foster, offering her unconditional support, but she wasn’t much better either.

She indeed hadn’t noticed Kenneth Osborne hadn’t been home for dinner these days...