47|The Talk

Nicole helped me out of the cafeteria to the elevator. She pressed the top button. I didn't know where to go. So, I chose the rooftop to get out of people's sight. Jasmine had helped me call my bodyguard.

Arriving at the rooftop, I smiled at Nicole. Understanding what I meant, she let me go. Breathing in the fresh air, I walked towards the guardrail. I inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm myself down.

Jasmine came over later and invited me to eat. I obliged her. She must have asked the canteen staff to pack our food and drinks earlier. We sat on a low wall and enjoyed our food.

“It was only four weeks ago that Farrell pronounced the divorce. That day wasn't even a month old. Yet he's already happy with another woman and flaunting their relationship.” I chuckled. “Is he human or not?”

“Three years is a short time,” Jasmine said. “Your wedding blessing is still fresh in my memory. Your white dress was beautiful. The church was decorated with white roses. You looked at each other after you