Fleeting as Dust, Eternal as Love novel Chapter 7

Southbank Street, the most famous shopping street in South City.

Jonah glanced at Molly with a sarcastic smile, “See? She’s fine. Probably too busy having fun to answer your calls.”

Sabrina, after putting on such a show, still had the heart to go out and have fun with him.

Jonah gritted his teeth, feeling utterly foolish for even worrying that she might have been hurt.

Molly didn’t believe it. She pushed past Jonah and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, she warned, “You’d better forget about marrying Lillian. Once I find Sabrina, we’ll settle this.”

With that, she walked out.

Jonah slumped onto the sofa in frustration. After a while, he couldn’t help himself and pulled out his phone to call Sabrina.

The phone rang twice, and Jonah straightened up, feeling inexplicably tense.

But then the call was abruptly cut off.

Jonah’s anger flared. He hurled the phone against the table, smashing it to pieces.

“Mr. Adams…”

“Get out!”

Viggo carefully circled around the sofa and quietly closed the door behind him.

He glanced at the laptop, noticing that Sabrina’s location was still moving south. Something didn’t seem right, but given Jonah’s current state, he decided it was best to leave.

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The night was quiet, with a slight chill lingering in the air after the light rain earlier in the day.

Jonah, looking weary, pushed open the door to the villa. The yard was littered with flower petals knocked down by the rain.

He was about to reprimand someone, but then remembered that the butler had left that afternoon, and now the house was completely empty.

That woman really hadn’t come back!

He closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing temples before opening them again, his vision tinged with red.

A cold breeze passed through, and Jonah found himself walking to the corridor and turning on the courtyard light.

This was the light she had chosen in their second year of marriage. She had said that the yard was too dark and that the light, shaped like a chubby little pig, would make it feel cozy.

What had he said back then? He had called it ugly.

He still remembered how she had glared at him after he said that, calling him tasteless.

She had refused to let anyone else help and had insisted on climbing the ladder herself to install it, wobbling all the while. He had stood below, helplessly watching her, eventually holding the ladder for her out of concern.

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