Chapter 43

Does he love Cecilia? Has he lost his mind? That Cecilia, that vile woman, ruined his love. Does such trash even deserve affection? The man's figure, with his back turned to Gladys, was as gloomy as the clouds in the sky, heavy with an unpredictable feeling akin to an impending storm. He abruptly turned around, striding to the table, reaching into the trash can with a cold, icy tone, "You're overthinking it. I'm just taking out the trash." Alston had never done something like this before. The man was meticulous, and Tess came over every day to clean. Besides, he rarely ate at the villa, so there wasn't much trash! Last night, not only did Gladys make dinner, but also, because Alston was angry, he had driven Tess out. Tess left in a hurry, forgetting the trash. Just picking up the trash made Alston feel nauseous! Damn it! If it weren't for Cecilia and Gladys, would he have fallen to this level?! After taking out the trash, Alston returned to find Gladys sitting upright on the sofa, read