My Mysterious Hidden Husband-Chapter 172: Every Word I Said About Love Was True
Early the next morning, since Erin Bishop didnโt have to go to the office so early, she could help her watch the child. ๐ป๐โฏโฏ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐.๐ธ๐๐ฎ
Shannon Quinn texted Vincent Rhodes to meet up, and he replied saying he would be there soon.
Shannon Quinn didnโt know where he meant by "there," but halfway through breakfast, Vincent Rhodes called to say he was waiting downstairs.
She rushed to the balcony for a glance, hurriedly finished the bread in her hand, didnโt bother to tidy up, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
Clearly, she was going for a divorce, yet she had the feeling of going on a date with him.
When she got downstairs, she saw Vincent Rhodesโ car parked by the roadside. He was standing by the car door wearing sunglasses, just standing there was enough to attract attention. Passing girls couldnโt help but take a second look at him, while his eyes under the sunglasses were completely focused on the approaching Shannon Quinn.
She didnโt know if he had to go to the office later or if he just preferred this attire, as he was still in a sleek dark suit with no expression visible on his face.
"Have you had breakfast?"
Shannon Quinn nodded slightly, she thought the first thing heโd ask about would be the child.
"Letโs go." He opened the passenger door, politely gesturing for Shannon Quinn to get in.
Shannon Quinn hesitated for a moment, didnโt accept the gesture, and instead opened the back door herself and got in.
Vincent Rhodes paused but said nothing, walked around the car and got into the driverโs seat, then drove off.
In the car, Shannon Quinnโs gaze was constantly outside the window. Vincent Rhodes looked straight ahead, occasionally glancing at Shannon Quinn through the rearview mirror, as if wanting to say something, but didnโt know where to start.
He knew well that no amount of words could change anything now, he hadnโt done anything for her, and wanting to bind her with him just with an "I love you" was indeed selfish.
At the civil affairs bureau, there were people getting married and divorced. The sweet moments of newlyweds, and the indifference after hopeful aspirations about marriage, with both laughter and arguments.
Shannon Quinn didnโt know which category she belonged to, feeling like none of these emotions matched her. Marriage and divorce seemed like something she hadnโt personally experienced.
They hadnโt followed the process when getting married, but did everything according to the rules when divorcing, not taking much time.
Ironically, she held the divorce certificate in her hand, yet still didnโt know what the marriage certificate looked like.
Shannon Quinn put the documents into her bag, feeling no sense of relief inside.
"Shannon..." Vincent Rhodes called her as they stepped out of the civil affairs bureau.
Shannon Quinn stopped, speaking to herself, "Iโll take a taxi back myself, you go do your thing."
She was eager to clarify and cut off their relationship, something Vincent Rhodes had expected, so he wasnโt surprised, but what he wanted to say wasnโt that.
"Iโm sorry for causing you so much trouble. Iโve seldom seen things from your perspective, if..."
"No need for that, neither of us owes the other, you also spent a lot of money on the wedding, I donโt blame you, just feel that the divorce benefits everyone."
Vincent Rhodes tugged at the corners of his mouth, realizing she no longer belonged to him, making it hard to smile, his tone a bit melancholic, and softly asked her, "...Will you remarry?"
Shannon Quinn paused, then smiled and said, "Thatโs my own business now."
Vincent Rhodes smiled and said, "I didnโt mean anything else, I just wanted to say, if you do marry, find someone whoโll be good for both you and the child. Donโt forget what youโve always wanted."
"Yeah, I know what matters, if thereโs nothing else, Iโll leave now."
Vincent Rhodes didnโt nod, obviously reluctant to part because after this, he didnโt know what their next meeting would be like, whether sheโd be nestled in another manโs arms, and whether that man could give her the stable life she wanted.
He dared not think about it, selfishly wishing sheโd wait for him to come back, but couldnโt bear to bring any more turmoil to her and the child.
Shannon Quinn walked toward the roadside, and it just so happened there was a taxi driving nearby, she raised her hand to flag it down.
As the car slowly approached her, Vincent Rhodes couldnโt help but call out to her, "Shannon..."
Shannon Quinn turned around, her gaze mild as she looked at him, showing no trace of reluctance in her eyes.
They looked at each other for a while, the car stopped in front of Shannon Quinn.
Seeing him remaining silent, Shannon Quinn turned her head, reached out, and opened the car door.
And at that moment, his voice, carried by the morning breeze, reached her ears.
"What I said about love was true."
His voice was very light, almost like he was talking to himself. Shannon Quinn heard it, but it was unclear, as car horns on the road drowned out all other sounds.
She feigned indifference, as if she didnโt hear anything, and got into the car, crouching a bit.
The car started slowly, driving forward.
After traveling a distance, Shannon Quinn looked back outside the window, and he was still standing there, facing the direction she left.
At that moment, Shannon Quinnโs heart ached a bit, her nose felt slightly sore.
If this is the taste of love, sheโd rather not taste it.
Back home, as soon as she opened the door, she heard the child crying.
Erin Bishop was holding the child, and when she saw Shannon Quinn return, it was like seeing a savior.
"Oh my gosh, youโve finally returned. I canโt manage, no matter how I comfort, still crying, clings too much to you, right?!"
Shannon Quinn quickly changed her shoes, went over to take the child in her arms, "Probably hungry."
Sitting on the sofa, her breastfeeding posture was no longer clumsy, and the child quieted down too.
Erin Bishop sat next to her and softly asked, "Did you get it done?"
"Yeah."
"How do you feel? What about your heart?"
Shannon Quinnโs gaze somewhat lacked focus on the coffee table, a somewhat forced smile, "No feelings really, there was hardly any interaction between us anyway. Both marriage and divorce, I went through them alone."
"Shannon, are you really open-minded or are you holding your feelings inside? You say that without the child, divorcing is no big deal. I agree with that, but now thereโs still a little one between you two. I donโt believe you can just let go that easily."
"Whether I can let go or not, I have to."
Erin Bishop pursed her lips, unwilling to tangle with these matters affecting Shannon Quinnโs mood, just said, "Now that everythingโs almost settled, find a time to register the childโs residence."
"Hmm, Iโll go this afternoon."
"Have you chosen a name? We canโt keep calling him Leo, right?"
Shannon Quinn looked down at the child in her arms, paused for two seconds, and said, "Letโs call him Finn Quinn."
"Finn Quinn? Whatโs the meaning behind it?"
Shannon Quinn recalled Vincent Rhodesโ words in her mind, but just smiled and shook her head at Erin Bishop, "Just think it sounds nice."
"Alright, itโs your son, your call. But the name is nice, simple and elegant, heโll surely grow up to be dashingly charismatic."
