Memory of You

Chapter 15: He Was Trolling Her

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Of course, wearing her usual clothes and bags to work could be too flashy. However, Claire did not expect Asher to be so thoughtful.

All of a sudden, her impression of him did not seem so bad.

Claire took a look at all the clothes in the dining hall and accepted them.

She was not born with a silver spoon, to begin with. She would therefore wear anything that was prepared, and she was never picky with her clothes. Claire thought that when she could earn a living from working in Kens Corporation, she would talk to Asher about it.

Claire would repay Asher’s kindness for adopting her, but she would also return the identity of Mrs. Ken to him sooner or later.

She never expected herself to live with Asher for the rest of her life.

Four years ago in the Bureau of Civil Affairs, Claire would always remember how casually Asher divorced Susan. It was just a matter of time before Asher divorce her too.

Claire knew better.

The next morning.

Claire was still in a daze when the alarm rang and woke her up from her dreams. She stretched out her hand from the blanket and turned the alarm off. She then sat up in bed.

Half-past seven.

She needed to reach the office at nine, so she still had an hour and a half.

Claire let out a big yawn as she walked into the bathroom.

She changed into the clothes she prepared the night before and put on some light yet delicate makeup. As she stood in front of the mirror, she gave herself a confident smile.

“Let’s do our best today, girl!”

When Claire went downstairs, she looked at the time and it was twenty past eight.

Ten minutes for breakfast and she still had another half an hour to go to the office. Well, she had more than enough time.

Claire sat down at the dining table in a good mood, but she did not see any car parked in front of the gate.

Claire glanced at the empty front porch and was suddenly dumbfounded.

What happened to the car? Did the butler forget something?

Impossible. The butler knew that she had to go to the office today. How could he forget to notify the driver?

Claire waited for a short while and the car was still nowhere to be found. Just as she was at a loss, the butler appeared. He saw her standing at the front porch, so he went over and asked, “Madam, why are you still here?”

“Where’s the car?”

The butler suddenly came to a realization and said apologetically, “My apologies, Madam. I forgot to tell you last night. Mr. Kens said that from today onward, all your daily living–including clothes, food, housing, and transportation, you have to…”

“To start from scratch?” Claire asked in surprise.

“You can say that, Madam.” 

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “What? What you’re saying is that–I have to rush to catch the subway now?”

“No, Madam. The distance from here to the subway is too far. You need to take a bus to the subway, and then the subway to the office. After that, you have to walk around 500 meters…”

Claire looked up at the beautiful sunny day and she was dumbfounded.

It was already half-past eight… If she rushed over now, she would be late for sure.

Was it necessary for Asher to be this thorough with things?

Was he upset at the fact that she brought up the matter of a divorce? Could he be… trolling her?

Sure enough… Men who usually did not have many words were all dark-hearted perverts, and especially petty!

Claire rushed out of the mansion. No matter what, she still had to accept her fate and rush to the office, so she had to hurry. Even if she happened to be late. There was just no helping it anymore. 

Just as she stepped out the door and ran about two steps ahead, she heard the sound of a car speeding behind her. She turned around and saw a Lamborghini heading right in her direction. Claire suddenly had an idea.

She wanted to stop the car.

Before she could raise her hand, the Lamborghini was already slowing down and voluntarily stopped in front of her..