Chapter 20

Carlton and Calista continued to live together, but this time, for some reason, Carlton felt even more confused. He kept thinking about Flora. If it were Flora, who loved him so much, she would never have slept with someone else; if it were Flora, who loved him so much, she would have noticed his restless mood; if it were Flora, who loved him so much, she would have prepared a hangover cure for him when he was drunk. He had been drinking to forget those things, but the more he drank, the more he remembered things he hadn’t noticed before. When exactly had Flora decided to leave? She had been able to tolerate so many other women before, so why couldn’t she tolerate Calista? If she hadn’t left… His stomach ached so badly he was shaking. Carlton’s lips turned pale, and he called out weakly. “Calista…” Calista had already fallen asleep; she had never noticed any of this. Carlton had no choice but to go to the kitchen himself and pour a cup of hot water, but the stomach pain didn't stop; in