Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 55

"Sheryl, my dear. You've been with Arthur for six years, and you haven't been able to give birth to a son and heir. Who can blame you? If you have a child, you and Arthur would have your own family, flesh and blood. Even if Sylvia returned and discovered the secret, Arthur wouldn't harm you for the sake of the child. But how could your body disappoint you like this?" Fiona scolded her daughter with a stern expression.

Sheryl's tears continued to flow, and she stomped her foot in frustration. "Mom, you think I don't want to, but in the past six years, Arthur has never truly been intimate with me. How can you expect me to have a child on my own?"

"Ah..." Fiona's eyes widened.

She had never imagined that the situation between Arthur and her daughter could be so complicated! No wonder he had been reluctant to marry her daughter!

Sheryl cried even more miserably and heartbroken.

"Cry, cry, just cry, and you're done. No matter how interested Arthur is in you, he's still a man. Can't you think of something? As the saying goes, when men pursue women, there are mountains between them, and when women pursue men, there are veils. As long as a woman has some skills and is adept at pleasing men, which man can resist her? It's just that you're the one who's not clever." Fiona angrily sat down beside her and whispered in a low voice.

Sheryl's face gradually turned red.

"Mom, then let me try!" she whispered.

"If you don't try, Mrs. Bridgewater's position won't be yours, my silly daughter." Fiona tapped her forehead.

Why is her daughter so naive? She doesn't listen to her at all!

The largest spice market in Paris.

Sylvia lowered her head and carefully selected a crucial ingredient in the spice: Peruvian balsam.

"Hello, do you have Peruvian balsam from North America?" she asked the shopkeeper.

"No."

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After a series of inquiries, the repeated response left Sylvia in a sour mood.

Several perfume recipes at the Gucci company relied on this balm, and it specifically needed to be sourced from North America.

Yet, in the largest spice market in Paris, the vital spice seemed to be elusive.

Her disbelief grew!

While Peruvian balsam is considered precious, it is not an exceptionally rare commodity, especially in North America where it is not mass-produced but typically available in major spice shops.

Charles's pursuit of her had reached an almost obsessive level, encircling her daily life.

Yet, she struggled with discernment, her vision clouded, preventing her from acknowledging him. Her eyes were veiled, and she denied him any entrance to her world.

Ridden with guilt, she avoided him altogether.

"Sylvia, since we've crossed paths, let's go sit in the café over there," he suggested tentatively, retaining the same humility that tugged at the heartstrings.

After a thoughtful pause, Sylvia nodded.

They eventually settled into a charming café.

Charles hailed from a prosperous lineage, with his forebears deeply entrenched in the spice trade for generations, later branching into real estate.

Encountering him here, Sylvia considered the possibility of sheer coincidence.

After all, this Parisian marketplace for spice materials was intricately tied to his family's business.