Ava came down to the first floor and happened to run into Liam.
The two of them left the private restaurant together.
As soon as they stepped outside, Ava let out a long sigh.
That meal had been utterly exhausting.
But she still felt it was worth it—if she hadn't brought Liam along, he would definitely have been upset once he found out afterward.
Their marriage was already hanging by a thread; she had to tread carefully to maintain it.
They got into the car.
As soon as the door closed, Liam suddenly pulled Ava into his arms and kissed her fiercely.
The kiss grew more intense, as if he were desperately trying to prove something.
There was no tenderness, only pressure. But Ava didn't push him away.
What else could she do? After all, he was her husband.
——
At that moment, Ethan was driving away from the restaurant, with one of Ava's paintings in the car.
He had just returned to his apartment when his phone rang—it was his mother calling from overseas.
