She said this, already taking out her phone, and first found Samantha Sullivan’s number. She learned that Samantha was recently busy with her pregnancy, and it seemed nothing else had happened. Eleanor Hollis hesitantly called Gloria Galloway. Gloria’s voice was the same as usual, not a hint of anything unusual. "Eleanor, what’s up?" Gloria tried her best to keep her tone calm; these past few days, she would go to the hospital for chemotherapy every day, and upon returning, she would simply cook a bowl of noodles for herself. Now she felt completely weak. "Gloria, do you have any free time? The three of us haven’t gathered in a while. How about we go out for a meal tomorrow?" Eleanor proposed this, feeling relieved upon hearing Gloria agree readily. It seemed Gloria didn’t have anything else going on. She smiled slightly. She only had these two friends and didn’t want anything to happen to them. After Gloria hung up, she directly spat out a mouthful of blood. She wiped her mouth, struggled to get up, went to the bathroom, and took out a mop to gradually clean up the bloodstains on the floor. Julian Sterling’s return time was uncertain; she didn’t want him to see this. Gloria looked at her pale face in the mirror, a trace of disappointment in her eyes. She had become so haggard lately; perhaps it’s better if Julian didn’t come back, at least then he wouldn’t see her in such an ugly state. Just as Gloria thought this, she heard the sound of a car engine outside. Almost instinctively, she began to tense up. Julian must be back. Since the last time he slammed the door and left, it had been several days without a word from him, naturally, he hadn’t returned home. Julian sat quietly on the sofa downstairs, feeling uneasy. As long as he didn’t see Gloria, he felt somewhat uneasy. It seemed the chances to meet her were becoming fewer. Thinking about this possibility, he felt scared, yet didn’t understand why he felt this way. He heard the sound of someone descending the stairs, knowing Gloria was coming down, and his expression didn’t change, quietly sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. The last time Gloria refused to be intimate with him, he felt disappointed and angry. He had a premonition that Gloria’s affection for him was gradually decreasing. This was something he didn’t want to see. Gloria hurriedly pulled at her lips, "Sit down, and I’ll go make you some noodles." Julian’s brows furrowed; why was it noodles every day? This person clearly knew how to make a variety of delicious dishes but now was only willing to make noodles for him. "You know how to cook, don’t you? Why only make noodles for me?" Gloria stiffened; she really didn’t have the energy. She was afraid she would faint while cooking, so making noodles seemed safer; noodles didn’t take much time. But the person in front of her was Julian, her most beloved man. If he requested it, she was willing to fulfill it. "Then I’ll cook. What do you want to eat?" She opened the fridge, only to find it devoid of ingredients, the remaining ones all spoiled. Yet Julian hadn’t noticed this, his gaze fixed on the TV. "What do you want to eat? I’ll go out to buy them since there’re no ingredients left in the fridge." She hadn’t cooked for a long time, usually making a little plain noodle for herself. "Anything, just make what you’re good at." Julian’s voice was indifferent; he hadn’t noticed anything strange in Gloria’s voice from beginning to end. Gloria bit her lip, walked to the entrance, put on her coat, and struggled to bend down and change her shoes. "Julian, I’m going out to buy groceries. Do you want to come along?" Knowing full well he would refuse, she couldn’t help but ask. Sure enough, Julian didn’t turn to glance at her, his fingers randomly pressing the remote. After saying this, a complex emotion flashed in Julian’s eyes; treating her troubled him as well. Orıginal content can be found at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 But he didn’t want Gloria to be so cautious around him; as lovers, they should be equals. Something flashed in Gloria’s eyes as she silently opened the room door, leaving. Just as she got into the car, the doctor called, hoping she could come for chemotherapy tomorrow. "Sorry, doctor, I have plans tomorrow, maybe I can’t make it to the hospital." The doctor was a bit angry; this person didn’t appreciate her health at all. At this critical moment, she didn’t even want to undergo chemotherapy. "Miss Galloway, your body won’t be able to withstand it . You are still young, don’t compromise your health." Gloria didn’t speak, intending to end the call decisively, but she again spat out a mouthful of blood. The driver in front was startled, scared witless as dealing with such a situation while driving could inadvertently bring trouble. "Miss, are you alright? I’ll take you to the hospital. Please sit tight!" Gloria wanted to say she wouldn’t go to the hospital, but her consciousness was already fading. It seemed she wouldn’t be able to cook for Julian tonight. Her lips curled into a smile as she took out her phone, trembling as she sent a text to Julian. If she called now, he would definitely notice something. ——Julian, sorry, a friend suddenly invited me to a gathering. You should go out to eat. After sending this, she was too exhausted to move a single finger, finally carried into the emergency room by the doctors. Julian looked at the message, his eyes turned red, gritting his teeth as he took out his phone and called Gloria. But Gloria didn’t answer, and he was furious, throwing his phone on the ground as hard as he could. He thought not seeing each other for a few days would make her miss him, but she wasn’t even willing to cook; he went home, and she thought of going to a gathering with friends, leaving him alone at home. She knew well he hadn’t eaten but didn’t choose to accompany him. Still upset, Julian kicked over the coffee table, only to hurt his foot, eliciting a "hiss" as he opened the door and left. Gloria indeed didn’t like him anymore, always finding excuses to avoid him. He suddenly felt nostalgic for the times they were together before, where they were at least harmonious, unlike now where they each fled from the other. Julian suddenly felt really exhausted; it started raining heavily outside, so he casually found a bar and sat quietly in the corner sofa. After drinking a bottle of wine, he still felt stifled and opened another. "Julian, why are you here?" Beside him came Yvette Jacobs’ voice; she really was haunting. Julian realized he now felt nothing but irritation when facing Yvette; whatever affection existed faded under her persistent nagging. "Don’t think I don’t know you’re following me, Yvette. If you truly want me to not spare you any face, feel free to keep nagging around me." The smile on Yvette’s face gradually disappeared, becoming somewhat stiff.