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Although the doctor said Clara could be discharged the next day, Mr. and Mrs. Davis were worried and insisted on keeping her for a few more days of observation.
Simon agreed.
For five consecutive days, Simon stayed by Clara’s bedside.
From expensive imported post-operative supplements to limited-edition flowers, as long as Clara mentioned something, he would immediately arrange it.
Sometimes he even prepared them himself.
The ward was filled with beautifully packaged gift boxes. Clara held up her phone, taking a selfie against the background of the gifts, and said coquettishly, “Simon, does this angle look good?”
“Doesn’t it seem a little strange?”
Simon absentmindedly nodded, but his gaze swept across Clara’s newly posted social media-
A nine-grid post of jewelry and bracelets he had given her, with the caption “Those who are loved are fearless.”
In the list of likes, Emily’s name was clearly visible.
But she quickly unliked it.
His fingertips trembled slightly.
As he exited the interface, he accidentally clicked on their chat box. The last message was still that sentence:”I agree to sever the mate bond.”
What did Emily mean?
The day Clara was discharged, she had her eyes on a limited-edition bag, and Simon, as usual, agreed.
When they arrived at the mall, Clara chose a gray one.
Simon was about to pay when he suddenly remembered that Emily also liked this brand.
On a whim, he told the sales assistant, “Two of the same.”
The sales assistant seemed accustomed to this, quickly and quietly putting the bags in the back seat of the car.
Clara didn’t notice it along the way.
When Simon sent Clara home and returned with the bags himself, he found the house empty, without Emily’s scent. Emily wasn’t home.
Simon’s grip on the shopping bag tightened. He seemed to remember something and rushed into the bedroom, rummaging through the closet. Emily’s clothes had disappeared.
Even her ID card and other documents seemed to be gone.
“She didn’t suddenly decide to leave. She’s been planning this,” his wolf immediately realized something.
He was flustered and started calling her, but after several attempts, the number was familiar to his ears, yet the receiver only gave a mechanical electronic prompt.
“The number you dialed is switched off. Please try again later.”
Simon slumped onto the sofa.
His mate bond with Emily had become faint.
And all his messages were rejected, a sea of red exclamation marks making his vision blur.
He suddenly remembered the birthday gift the bodyguard mentioned and rushed towards the garage.
In the trunk, a silver gift box lay quietly in the corner, with Emily’s neat handwriting on the seal: “To be opened by Simon Smith.”
Trembling, he opened the package, revealing his and Emily’s bonding severance notification, with Emily’s name, “Emily Davis,” written forcefully in the signature section.
Below the agreement was a note, Emily’s handwriting still neat:
“Wishing you and Clara a happy life as alpha and Luna.”
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Simon’s hand holding the note was white-knuckled, his nails almost tearing the paper.
His phone vibrated. Clara sent a new message:”Thanks for buying me the limited-edition bag, my friends are so envious!”
The picture showed Clara holding the bag he had bought, smiling brightly.
Simon stared at the screen, his throat tightening, his mind filled with Emily.
“How could this be? Didn’t she love me?”
Simon muttered to himself in the silent garage.
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