Chapter 22
“Cassandra? Sorry, I’m Rebecca.” Rebecca’s gentle voice slowly sounded.
Cassandra froze briefly before asking flatly, “Why are you the one who answered?”
“Landy went to the restroom and told me to hold on to his phone. How about you call back later? If you’re free, you can come over too. We’re selecting my wedding dress. It’ll be great if you can come and give me suggestions. After all, you’re an expert in this field,” said Rebecca.
Hearing that they were selecting a wedding dress, Cassandra stiffened.
Her gaze was dull and frigid as she asked stonily, “You said you two are selecting your wedding dress?”
“Mm–hmm. Landy said I’m getting better every day, so we can host the wedding once you two divorce. We’re preparing the wedding photos and stuff in advance now lest we have no time later. You won’t mind, right? After all, you don’t like Landy,” said Rebecca.
Cassandra’s voice was indifferent. “Of course not. How could I mind? In fact, I give you two my blessings. So, is this all Orlando’s plan?”
“Yeah. Landy dotes on me and has always been considerate in this aspect, fearing I’ll suffer any grievances,” Rebecca responded tenderly.
Cassandra stopped probing and didn’t want to continue bothering them. “You guys go ahead, then. I won’t bother you anymore.”
“Aren’t you coming, Cassandra?” asked Rebecca.
Cassandra didn’t respond and hung up, pretending she didn’t hear it.
‘I’m an architect, not a wedding dress designer. What will I do there? Design their matrimonial home? I can’t believe she actually said that,‘ she mused.
Compared with Cassandra, who had never had this opportunity, nor would she ever have again, Rebecca was totally a woman in bliss right now.
‘Although Rebecca was unconscious for a year because of Orlando, she has his wholehearted love and lifelong companionship in return now. I, on the other hand, am nothing to him, thought Cassandra self–deprecatingly.
What Orlando did made Cassandra feel absurd.
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Chapter 22
‘He was the one who said we should postpone the divorce for Grandpa Peter today, and yet he goes selecting wedding dresses and taking wedding photos with his love the next second. What does he take me for? An idiot?‘ Cassandra sneered inwardly, her exquisite face pale in agony.
Cassandra put her hand on her belly and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Baby. I can’t give you a complete home, but I will do my best to love you.”
Due to this phone call, she was mentally prepared for Orlando not to return tonight.
Even though he had repeatedly emphasized that he would not do anything that betrayed their marriage while they were married, she truly wanted to ask him how him selecting wedding dresses with Rebecca wasn’t a betrayal now.
Cassandra told herself not to think about it anymore, as the outcome would not change. She would take this as a way to adapt to living without him in advance.
She briefly ate something, and then returned to the bedroom to take a shower and lie down.
In the midst of her sleep, she sensed light and immediately saw Orlando staring down at her from above by the bedside once she opened her eyes.
‘Why is he back?‘ she wondered.
She then voiced her thoughts. “Why are you back?”
Orlando frowned, replying blandly, “This is my home. Where else am I going to go?”
“Didn’t you go to accompany Ms. Spencer? I thought you wouldn’t come back tonight,” she remarked.
“Cassandra, why have you been speaking so gratingly these days? Quit using Rebecca ast an excuse to quarrel with me, will you?” he said.
Orlando’s questioning and reproach wholly triggered the dissatisfaction she had suppressed for a night.
Cassandra sat up and faced Orlando before her without flinching or fear, questioning icily, “So you think it’s my fault? Shouldn’t you know why I’m being this way?”
