Chapter 582
Chapter 582:
With deliberate hype from gossip accounts, news of the engagement had exploded across every major feed at astonishing speed, each post stamped with a trending label.
Netizens wasted no time. They quickly dug up Kyson’s past marriage. Married, then divorced. What had once been framed as heartfelt declarations were now twisted into a series of vulgar, mocking soundbites. Online spectators could only sigh over the chaos of high society. Some even played fortune-teller, openly betting on how long Kyson’s next marriage would survive.
Kailey’s fingers tightened around the phone before she abruptly locked the screen.
“Ms. Evans…” Shawn hesitated, then spoke quietly. “If you want to attend the engagement, you could try softening your approach with Mr. Vasquez. He might be willing to p>
“There’s no need p>
Things that were already decided held no interest for her. She had never enjoyed spectacles.
Kailey forced a smile, a trace of self-mockery in the gesture. “You can go back to your work p>
𝗔c𝘁і𝘷𝘦 c𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻і𝘁𝘺 𝗈ո
Shawn inclined his head and left.
Silence settled heavily over the room.
Without warning, memories from the past six months surged into Kailey’s thoughts. It was not a long time, yet it felt as though it had consumed all the strength she had carried into adulthood.
Kyson. He was getting engaged to another woman.
Perhaps it was better this way. Ending things early was kinder than dragging them out until nothing remained except regret. That was what Kailey told herself.
But she felt moisture against her skin.
She lifted her hand and brushed her cheek, only to find it already wet.
Just before five in the afternoon, Lyman returned home earlier than usual.
Kailey sat by the window, distracted, watching his car appear at the end of the drive and pull smoothly into the garage. The chauffeur opened the rear door with practiced deference. Lyman stepped out, his sharp profile catching the fading light — long legs framed by tailored black trousers, a dark gray trench coat layered over a three-piece suit. The hem of the coat swayed with each step, controlled and deliberate, like a cold wind cutting through still air.
Objectively speaking, if one could ignore his unpleasant temperament, Lyman’s appearance was undeniably striking. Face. Physique. Both impressive.
Perhaps she should find something that would render him permanently silent. The thought amused her.
Kailey closed her book, pushed her chair back, and headed downstairs.
Lyman heard her footsteps and looked up. Seeing her, he motioned her closer. When she stopped in front of him, he tapped the stack of documents on the table. “Most arrangements are complete. These need your details. You could leave the country in ten days p>
“Ten days p>
What timing.
Kailey smiled, though she could not quite say why. She flipped through the papers absentmindedly. The dense forms made her eyes ache. “I understand. I’ll fill them out later p>
Lyman frowned slightly, as if something weighed on him. A long pause stretched between them.
Kailey spoke first. “Indecision doesn’t suit you. Say it p>
“Kyson is getting engaged.” His brows were drawn together, his voice subdued.
Kailey continued turning pages, the soft rustle of paper the only sound in the room.