My movie 4

Chase actually found it pretty strange. With the way Wendy had always been, as long as Henry was around, how would she even be able to see him? Getting messages from her once, twice, and then again today was already rare. From Wendy’s point of view, if he still wanted to hold on to this marriage, he should’ve taken the hint and backed off by now. But he no longer cared what Wendy thought. So he didn’t reply to her message. He left his phone on silent and tossed it aside. He wasn’t going back to that house anyway, and if Wendy wanted to delete his fingerprint, she could knock herself out. He figured this was probably the extent of what Wendy would do. If he didn’t go back, then he didn’t go back. With Henry around, of course her first love was the top priority. But who would’ve thought that in the middle of the night, the door would suddenly be swiped open. Half-asleep, Chase bolted upright. The lights in the room flashed on with a snap. In the blinding white light, Chase saw Wendy standing in the doorway, her face filled with barely restrained anger, and for a moment, he wasn’t even sure where he was. Even back when they lived together, he and Wendy had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time. Wendy often came home late, saying she didn’t want to disturb his sleep. But in reality, ever since Henry came back, Wendy had been acting chaste, like she was saving herself for him. Chase understood that, and he didn’t care enough to do anything about it, so he let her be. “What are you doing…” Chase hastily tugged the blanket up. Wendy’s lips twitched slightly. The well-tailored coat she wore made her figure look even better than usual. Her face still held traces of anger and coldness from the outside air, but none of that could hide her beauty. Five years of marriage had seemed to wear down Chase’s edges, but Wendy hadn’t changed at all. “Not bad. You’ve learned how to run away from home.” Wendy shrugged off her coat and walked to Chase’s side. Standing beside the bed and looking down at him, she paused for a moment before reaching out to pinch his cheek. “You haven’t really gone out much these past few years, just been staying home, turning into a drama king in secret?” So she came all the way here just to yell at him? Chase stared at her in disbelief, then his brow suddenly furrowed. He slapped her hand away. Getting woken up in the dead of night, and with that kind of nasty attitude—anyone would be pissed. Not to mention the divorce was already in progress. He didn’t have to humor Wendy anymore. “If I’m so ridiculous, what are you doing here?” Chase looked up at Wendy. “What, Mr. Henry left?” As soon as those words left his mouth, he saw Wendy’s expression falter for a split second, and he understood immediately. “I just left, and Mr. Henry already moved in. Beautiful night, beautiful company. I really don’t get why you came all the way here just to make yourself miserable.” In five years of marriage, this was the first time Chase had ever spoken to Wendy in such a sarcastic tone. She was a little surprised, but thinking about it—Henry had moved into the house, after all—Chase was bound to be upset. So Wendy held back and tried to calm him down a bit. “What are you throwing a fit for? I already told you, Henry and Joy don’t have anywhere to stay right now. We’ve got plenty of rooms, and it’s not like they’re in the master bedroom. It won’t affect you.” “Wendy, you didn’t forget you signed something that day, did you?” Chase asked, cautiously testing the waters. Wendy nodded without hesitation. “Of course not. I even agreed to adopt a child with you. What are you still mad about? I wanted you to go back and take care of Joy because I thought it’d help you get used to the whole taking-care-of-a-kid thing. After all, we’re going to have one too.” Chase went quiet. So that was it. No wonder Wendy had signed so quickly that day without even glancing at the terms. She’d thought it was an adoption agreement from the start. Seeing how confident she looked, Chase couldn’t help but let out a cold chuckle. To avoid causing any complications, he didn’t bother reminding Wendy that what she had signed was a divorce agreement. “Let’s go. Go home.” Wendy tugged at the blanket. But Chase said, “You can go home by yourself. Even Stella said that house is yours and has nothing to do with me. I know my place. No need to show up and be an eyesore. Besides, Mr. Henry’s child should really be taken care of by him. If she gets hurt while she’s with me, I can’t afford to be held responsible.” “Chase!” Wendy finally lost her patience and snapped. Chase raised an eyebrow and pointed toward the wall. “If you want to yell, go home and do it. Yell at Mr. Henry and his kid all you want. This is a hotel. Waking other people up in the middle of the night is kind of rude.” It was already the middle of the night. Wendy had shown up wrapped in cold air and left carrying her anger with her. Chase let out a long sigh and lay back down. Darkness returned to the room as he stared up at the ceiling. No wonder Wendy had signed so easily. She hadn’t even mocked him or taken a look at the document. If he’d known, he might’ve slipped in a few extra properties. Thinking about it, Chase let out a soft laugh. He didn’t want anything from Wendy anyway. As long as he got away from her, he’d be able to get his life back on track. He believed in himself. He wasn’t going to end up living a miserable life. He’d thought he could head to Darovia and start adjusting to life there smoothly, but who would’ve thought—his passport suddenly had an issue. Chase sighed. If that’s what fate had in store, then he’d stay a few more days. Wendy sat staring blankly out the window. Chase still refused to come home. Last night, since Chase hadn’t come back to cook, Wendy ended up ordering some home-style congee for Joy. After Stella left, she found out where Chase was and got ready to go look for him. Henry had said, “Mr. Goodman’s probably upset. Want me to come with you?” “What about Joy?” “She already took her medicine and went to sleep. It’s fine. I’ll go with you and help explain.” Henry’s tone was sincere. “Mr. Goodman’s being unreasonable. I’m just friends with you. Why would he be angry? He doesn’t actually think I’m the other man, does he?” Hearing that made her feel strangely uncomfortable. Henry’s insistence on staying by her side… gave her a feeling that something was starting to change.