The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 126

She smiled, her tone bright and clear. "It just so happens I have some clothes I don't want anymore. I packed them up to give to her. Wait for me here."

Garnett watched Lavinia closely. She seemed to be in a fantastic mood, completely unbothered by what had happened between them earlier.

For the past two years, no matter how cold or outright cruel he was to her, she would get upset, but eventually, she always managed to soothe herself. He never even had to apologize.

And it was the same this time. They had been apart for two weeks, yet she didn't interrogate him about who he had been with or what he had been doing. She was just letting the whole incident slide effortlessly.

Sometimes, Garnett really couldn't help but wonder—was her love for him truly that unshakeable?

"Alright. I'll wait for you at home," he said gently.

Lavinia dragged her suitcase out of the room. Just as she reached the entryway, he called out to her again.

"Lavinia, Grandma used to tell me: 'Wealth can drive people apart, but sharing it keeps them together.'"

He locked eyes with her, his gaze intense.

"I think she's giving you the last of the Gilmore assets to preserve the bond between us. I accept her gesture, and I hope you understand her intentions as well."

Lavinia's lips parted slightly. The corner of her mouth gave an involuntary twitch.

She looked at him and nodded as obediently as ever, the two blonde streaks swaying against her cheeks.

"I know. Grandma has the best intentions. I appreciate it." Lavinia smiled.

With that, she opened the door, dragged her suitcase out, and left.

The door clicked shut gently in front of Garnett.

Waiting for the elevator, Lavinia felt entirely at peace.

Her "helpless little bunny" persona must have been so deeply ingrained in his mind that even after subjecting her to sheer humiliation, he genuinely believed she would just swallow it and move on.

She had already made up her mind to ruin him and his mistress, yet there they were, acting like nothing had ever happened.

Charley reached over and playfully ruffled the top of her head.

The move was incredibly smooth. Jimmie was a fantastic landlord—he had practically all the furniture delivered and set up by the afternoon.

Lavinia returned to her new home, dropped her luggage, and Charley offered to take her out for dinner to celebrate the move.

They had oatmeal fondue, a traditional Nix City specialty that Lavinia absolutely loved.

Midway through the meal, she suddenly asked, "Judith wants to leave all her assets to me in a family trust. Do you think I should accept it?"

Charley smiled faintly, tossing the question back. "Are you planning to accept it?"

"I want to hear your opinion first," Lavinia said.

"There are pros and cons," he analyzed calmly. "Having that fund in your hands will give you the power to do a lot of things. But if you take it, you'll inevitably feel indebted to her."

He paused. "Lavinia, don't let the temporary clouds block your view. You deserve better."