No one knew better than Kenneth how stubborn Janice was with her feelings toward him. He could still remember her showing him the paintings and antiques she had gathered.

He remembered the expression on her face back then. She looked like she was offering treasures to him.

She was born with arrogance, but for his sake, she tried her best to hide it. She also couldn't help the smile on her face.

"Look, Kenneth. This is a drawing by a famous artist. I worked very hard to win it at an auction."

Back then, Janice had stars in her eyes, and she was as proud as the sun in the sky.

When had she changed?

She had turned from a brilliant sun into a cold moon. There was no longer any trace of love toward him in her eyes.

She even nonchalantly asked that the items be sold at a low price.

"Janice!" Kenneth grew furious.

Janice looked at him lazily. "Do you have anything to say about how I deal with my things?"

Before Kenneth would reply, Janice added coldly, "Even if you do, hold it in! I bought th