Chapter 248 Don't You Think There's Something Wrong with Luke's Brain?
Elsa sent her "achievements" to Luke, but seeing that Luke hadn't replied, she sat down sulking alone.
There was a knock on the door. Lisa came in from outside holding a pair of slippers, placed them by Elsa's feet, and gently persuaded her, "Mrs. Taylor Mr. Taylor asked me to bring you a pair of slippers. Mr. Taylor said it's okay if you want to throw things, but please be careful not to hurt yourself."
"Tell him that if he lets me out, I won't hurt myself," Elsa said, looking at the slippers with a pang in her heart.
When she first moved in, she always ran around barefoot. Initially, Luke didn't care, but as it got colder, he forced her to wear slippers.
Elsa agreed verbally but still refused. Upon further questioning, Luke discovered the reason: she suspected that the women's slippers in the villa had been worn by Karen, and she found it disgusting.
"She hasn't worn them," Luke said, but he had hundreds of pairs of slippers bought for her that very day, in different styles for spring, summer, fall, and winter. This gesture had once deeply moved her.
Luke wasn't the type to coax people, but he was willing to coax her.
She remembered one day when she was curled up at home watching TV, she casually complimented the silk blouse of a female host. Luke was handling business on his phone and didn't respond. The next day, dozens of different styles of silk blouses were hanging in the closet.
She casually praised a type of fruit as delicious, and for the next week, that fruit would appear every day.
She initially thought it was Lisa's attentiveness, but later, she found out what was going on when she overheard Luke talking to Lisa.
That day, Luke arrived at the dining room before her. As she was about to go downstairs, she heard Luke and Lisa talking.
"Didn't she say the barbecue was delicious yesterday? Why isn't it made today?" Luke inquired.
"Isn't she tired of eating it for two days straight?" Lisa asked in confusion.
"But her temper is such that she desires to eat yet refuses to admit it, rendering her suffering in vain," Luke stated.
Such a small matter, and he thought it would make her feel wronged? At that moment, Elsa's heart was as soft as a cloud.
Luke did care about her.
But so what? The fact that he repeatedly abandoned her for Margaret was also true. It is equally undeniable that his failure to protect her during a crucial moment resulted in the loss of their child.
If she didn't bear a grudge, she could compete with Margaret. She considered herself smart and strong, and if she fought to the end, she might not lose. But now, revenge was the most important thing in her life, and she didn't want to divert her attention to maintaining a marriage.
Let everything slowly return to the beginning. Let this year of being together be a beautiful dream.
Elsa stared at the fragments on the floor in a daze, while Lisa had already started cleaning up.
After a while, the villa door opened, and Max directed a few workers to carry several large boxes inside.
"Mrs. Taylor, these are for you to smash. Here are gloves and a hammer. Mr. Taylor proclaimed that you can smash anything you want. If you wish, you can even burn down the villa, as long as you don't hurt yourself." Saying, Max stood in front of the large boxes and smiled at Elsa.
Luke's message was clear: she could smash anything she wanted, and he wouldn't be angry. The feeling of punching cotton made Elsa feel suffocated.
"Mr. Thompson, don't you think there's something wrong with Luke's brain?" Elsa pointed to her own head and sneered.
Max sweated awkwardly, uttering, "Ms. Miller, Mr. Taylor just doesn't know how to be proactive with you. He thinks giving you whatever you want is the right thing to do. He doesn't treat anyone else this way."
Given that Luke was unable to safeguard the child and they were getting a divorce, such a big issue, Max couldn't persuade much.
He also thought Luke's behavior of giving things to Elsa to smash was particularly foolish, but he relied on Luke for his livelihood. What else could he do?
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