บท 13: Chapter 13:
Because she changed, changed a lot.
It wasn't until his powerful gaze left Demi Moore that she relaxed a bit; a layer of sweat appeared in her palms, gently blinking her eyes; her eyes were a little ecstatic.
She doesn't know whether to feel lucky or disappointed; he doesn't recognize her. Is this their marriage, more than two years?
It turns out that if there is no marriage, from beginning to end, they are just strangers.
The corners of her lips curled up in a slight smile, but it was more unsightly than crying.
With a 'bang' sound, the locker room door was forced open; in the space, there was only elegant soft music; this noise was broken but not easy to hear. Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound.
"Ah..." Ace smiled lightly, grabbing a bit of his hair. But he shyly stomped his feet a little, still wearing his old shoes, which felt very uncomfortable.
Demi Moore put her clothes aside and took out a pair of shoes right next to her, looking very simple. She pulled Ace down, removed his boots, and exchanged him for a new team. Ace could only smile; for some reason, he felt his heart swell more than before, a feeling he had never had…
The girl squatting to focus on changing men's shoes under the lamp looks extremely gentle; the light seems to stop at her eyelashes; gently blinking, it drops a little bright light, breaking beautiful rate.
And the male lead is looking at the girl's hair; the corners of his lips are curved.
An incredibly heartwarming image, stopping at the bottom of the eyes of the people in this place.
Mary Wickes stopped choosing her clothes, feeling a little out of place.
The other girl, giving her a feeling of having known each other, will make her feel highly nervous; such a feeling has only appeared with one person, Tom's ex-wife.
Demi Moore...
She instinctively turned her head and looked at the man standing next to her, only to see his face suddenly dark; her heart jumped a little, but she could not utter the name that appeared in her mind.
Tom Hulce pursed his lips, his face was too calm, but no one knew that his heart was now flooded with waves. Having lived together for two years, even though he didn't love her if he didn't realize that the other girl was the one he had carved in his heart, it would be a failure; his eyesight was not the same.
Demi Moore, his ex-wife.
This time he saw clearly; no wonder he always felt that someone was looking at him; was it her?
As for the other man, his temples were a little painful; his hands began to clench, holding back the feeling of wanting to question them. Who is he, who is that man, and what is his relationship to her? Too many questions wanted to ask, but in the end, only turned into a cold smile on my lips.
He didn't forget that they were divorced, let alone a man; even ten men had nothing to do with him. There was a layer of frost in the bottom of his eyes; since when had this girl been like that? It turned out that she could still live well away from him and even find such a man.
He looked down at her; no wonder she didn't need anything, so he found a place to lean on.
Narrowing his eyes, he felt a dark cloud covering his head, slowly expanding.
"Tom, we're still choosing clothes." Mary Wickes gripped the man's hand tightly, already holding it tightly, but the man did not wince at all, still staring at the two people in front of him, his expression unclear.
From the beginning, Mary Wickes did not put anyone in the eye except Demi Moore because she was Tom's wife, the girl who could stand by his side. Although that person is her now, she already has his person, but what about his heart? Sometimes she felt it was very close, sometimes exceptionally far away...
Especially in a room where Demi Moore was everywhere, it almost drove her crazy sometimes.
She raised her face and smiled reluctantly: "Tom, that person looks so much like your ex-wife, and the man beside her looks good, doesn't it?" Mary Wickes said innocently, but there was no innocence in her eyes, only a quick scheme that passed.
Tom Hulce pursed his lips and said, "None of my business."
He doesn't like to be dominated by others. Moreover, this person is his ex-wife. But he hated being cheated on, especially by the other girl. Even though they were divorced, he didn't like Demi Moore finding another man so quickly.
Isn't this a man's possessive nature? Even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't want others to have it. The current minimum is different.
Their voices passed into Demi Moore's ears word for word because the distance was not far, and she felt that Mary Wickes said these words on purpose. Is it necessary? They got divorced, and she and he no longer have any relationship, no children, no home; she can't influence them, can't interfere with their lives anymore.
Without her, they could stand in the same place with dignity. And you, you have no husband, no children, no voice; isn't that enough?
There was a slight mist in her eyes; blinking, the fog was getting thicker, and there was only a hazy white patch in front of her eyes, and it was not clear that something warm was stroking her hair. Lifting her head, she saw Ace's fingers in her hair, pulling the loose strands in front of her face behind her ears.
"Your hair is tangled." He arched his eyes and laughed cleanly: "Look, your hair doesn't obey. I teach them to help you."
Demi Moore blinked her eyes a little, it was just a mindless movement, but it significantly reduced the numbing pain in her heart.
She looked at Ace's smiling face, those clean eyes like a gentle stream, washing away all her pain. Slowly, little by little, until it completely disappears.
Ace stood up, tried to turn around and fit his feet.
'Like it?' Demi Moore, still with her back to Tom Hulce, asked Ace with her mouth.
"Prefer." Ace curled his lips into a smile, revealing white teeth. His new clothes and shoes are all very nice, he likes them very much, it's both beautiful and comfortable to wear.
Demi Moore grabbed other clothes and headed for the counter, feeling someone staring at her, making her back stiff. Ace walked behind, randomly seeing Tom Hulce's cannibalistic eyes; for some reason, the smile faded from his face.
He didn't like this man, much less his eyes.
As expected, Demi Moore went to the checkout counter; the money she had accumulated for the past few months had already been spent. But when she saw the smile on Ace's face, she felt it was worth it. She has nothing left, and so does he; she can still give him something, even if it's so tiny.
She lowered her head, not expecting to see Tom Hulce again here and, of course, with her.
After paying, she took the clothes, but Ace quickly took them away. Looking at his childish gesture, she could only laugh helplessly. Turning her head involuntarily, she saw Tom Hulce's gaze, which seemed to contain some criticism and sarcasm. Criticize her? He turned to look at Ace again; maybe he was criticizing this.
But he has no right to criticize; they have no relationship.
Going outside, when the door closed, it seemed that all her strength had disappeared, and there was only a kind of perseverance, perseverance, not wanting to fall in front of them.
If she didn't fall, could she still retain some dignity?
"Sister, how are you?" Ace looked at the blood drains from her face and hurriedly approached, but holding so many things in his hand made him immediately feel flustered.
'It's okay.' Demi Moore shook her head without a sound, she took the things from his hand, and the two continued forward. However, Ace looked a little thoughtfully inside the shop, unintentionally still seeing the man's eyes; he was still staring in this direction. Do they know each other? But in the end, he still didn't ask her about this.
Demi Moore didn't turn around either; the other door had split their world in half. It's also not true; they were initially in two completely different worlds, so even if they were in the same place, they would still have to be separated in the end and forever.
She loves him, but he doesn't love her. He had found the girl he wanted, so she should leave too. Anyway, one of the two should be happy, even if it's not her.
She didn't blame him for being cruel because she had to be mean to herself.
Losing her child, she doesn't blame him, only blames herself for not protecting the child and losing her voice; she also doesn't blame him; perhaps, that's the punishment she has to receive for robbing him of two years.
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