Often, people are creatures of hindsight.
It was only at this moment that Claire Wilson realised she had already fallen in love with Charlie wade. However, the warped beginning of their relationship meant their feelings never developed properly, and now it was too late to correct it.
She knew clearly in her heart that, for reasons both emotional and rational, she had to leave Charlie wade, whether temporarily or permanently. She had to vanish from his world first.
In this situation, she had missed the best opportunity to steer their relationship in the right direction.
Seeing her pained expression, Stephen Thompson understood that this was no easy matter for Claire Wilson.
Leaving Charlie wade wasn’t just about leaving her husband; it meant saying goodbye to her entire social circle.
Not only her, but her parents as well, would have to completely disappear from their lives, leaving no trace.
Moreover, she had guessed the connection between Stephanie and Charlie wade, which likely made things even harder for her.
At this thought, Stephen Thompson felt some sympathy for Claire Wilson and sighed, “Mrs. Wade, you needn’t worry too much about Miss Stephanie. Although she has a betrothal with the young master, he remains very loyal to your marriage.”
Claire Wilson remained silent, her mind replaying the interactions between Tawana and Stephanie at the Eastcliff concert a few days ago.
She had always suspected the masked assassin was her husband, Charlie wade, and now it seemed certain.
She couldn’t understand why Tawana would fall for her husband, but now it made sense. Though Tawana was more famous than Stephanie in the entertainment world, her background paled in comparison. If someone as exceptional as Stephanie could remain devoted to Charlie wade for years, why should it be surprising that Tawana liked him?
Thinking further, what about Doris Young, Jasmine Moore, and Flynn Phoebe—each more outstanding than the last? Why were they so respectful to Charlie wade? Perhaps they, too, had long fallen for him…
At this thought, Claire Wilson’s heart ached terribly, tears welling up uncontrollably in her eyes.
She stayed silent for a moment, holding back her tears, and said to Stephen Thompson, “Thank you, Butler Stephen. I’ll come back here before Charlie wade’s birthday to discuss the arrangements.”
Stephen Thompson nodded gently, saying respectfully, “I will be waiting at Qixia Temple for you, Mrs. Wade. Whatever you need, I will do my utmost to arrange.”
Claire Wilson gave a slight bow, “Thank you, Butler Stephen, and thank you, Master Jingqing.”
With that, she looked at the vibrant flowers in her arms and said to Master Jingqing, “Master, these flowers, I’ll return them to you!”
Jingqing shook his head, clasping his hands together, “Amitabha, these flowers regained their vitality because of your destiny, Mrs. Wade. They are fated to be yours. Take them home and care for them; they may live on for a few more days.”
Spiritual energy is the fundamental energy of all living things. Jingqing had infused the wilted bouquet with spiritual energy, transforming it into life force for the flowers. However, his limited cultivation meant he could only restore their vitality, not make them grow further. With greater cultivation and more spiritual energy, the flowers might have bloomed in an extraordinary way.
Because Jingqing’s spiritual energy was gentle, it had a subtle, seamless effect. Even if the bouquet were handed to Charlie wade now, he wouldn’t detect any tampering.
