30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 489

By the window, Leonora watched the playground below, her voice steady, "I texted you, but I guess you were too busy to notice."

That afternoon, Leonora had sent Taylor a message, letting him know she was discharged from the hospital and he didn't need to visit that night.

It was the first time in two years she'd reached out to Taylor first, but he hadn't responded for hours.

All afternoon, she felt like something was left unfinished, constantly on her mind.

Hearing Leonora's words, Taylor pulled the phone away from his ear and scrolled through his messages.

Among the dozen unread texts, there was indeed one from Leonora: "Taylor, I've been discharged. No need to come to the hospital tonight, save yourself the trip."

Reading her text, Taylor realized for the first time in two years of sharing a bed, they hadn't exchanged numbers on Messenger.

He always called Leonora to come down or just waited for her at her place.

Indeed, their relationship didn't seem like old friends, despite the intimacy.

Exiting the messaging app, Taylor asked, "Feeling better? Any discomfort?"

"I'm okay, no discomfort," Leonora replied, wary of Taylor possibly asking her out. "But I just got discharged, so I should probably rest up a bit."

"Alright," Taylor agreed.

Then, silence fell between them.

After a while, Leonora broke the silence, saying, "I'm gonna take a shower. I'll hang up now."

On the other end, before Taylor could respond, Leonora quickly ended the call.

Truth be told, she had already showered; she was just looking for an excuse to avoid the awkwardness.

Inside his Maybach, Taylor watched as Leonora hurriedly ended the call, then glanced at the text she sent that afternoon. He felt she was intentionally distancing herself, not as close as she had been days before.

By now, Taylor understood without asking that Leonora was keeping her distance because of what he said last night.

But those were his true feelings; he hadn't deceived Leonora, nor given her false hopes.

Picking up a pack of cigarettes, Taylor lit one and exhaled a long, slow stream of smoke, lost in thought.

Did she really want marriage? What's wrong with how things are now?

He had said, everything but marriage he could give her.

Remembering Leonora's avoidance, Taylor felt a surge of irritation. He put out his cigarette and decided to call Grayson for a drink.

Despite never thinking about the future, never wanting to take responsibility, he found his emotions swayed by Leonora again and again.

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Meanwhile, in Leonora's room, after hanging up with Taylor, she sat at her desk, deep in thought.

She was pondering, figuring out how to negotiate with Taylor when they met.

...

The next day, Leonora took another sick day to rest at home.

In the evening, Taylor called, saying Mr. Lee was already downstairs waiting for her.

After hanging up, knowing she could dodge today but not forever, and also ready to negotiate with Taylor, Leonora changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Minutes later, the car stopped beneath the Southbay tower. Leonora glanced up at the building before heading inside.

Every visit to Southbay weighed on her more than a funeral.

Standing at the familiar door, Taylor's words from two nights ago at the hospital flashed through her mind.

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