It was a couple photo of Eric and Nicole. Eric always regarded it as a treasure, and he only dared to show his selfishness and miss his past marriage in his private study.

The room was so quiet that he could hear a pin drop.

Eric stared blankly at the photo. His whole body seemed to be frozen.

For a moment, it seemed as if two forces were tearing at his heart. His muscles were torn, and he felt breathless.

Last night’s indulgence reminded Eric that there was no going back to the past.

He had to face it.

Eric had to forget Nicole, but could he?

His heart ached as he gently put the photo face down on the table. His face was pale.

At this time, Selena pushed the door open and came in with a bit of sleepiness on her face. She was unabashedly wearing Eric’s shirt which barely covered her thighs.

“Mr. Ferguson, I want to take a shower, but the shower head in your bathroom seems to be broken.”

Eric paused, frowned, and stood up.

“Broken? I’ll go and check it out.”

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