The moment those two appeared, they immediately drew the attention of many onlookers.
Seeing this, I felt a chill run through my heart.
As expected, Abigail, who had claimed that she was on a business trip, was actually here to accompany Joshua. She always said that I was the one she loved the most, but the reality of it was that she had lied to me again.
While she had said that she was going on a business trip, she was secretly attending a banquet with Joshua.
If Abigail had just been honest with me, I wouldn't have felt as upset. After all, over time, I'd seen with my own eyes how much she cared about Joshua.
But now, she was claiming that she loved me while clinging to Joshua. Anyone who heard about this would find it absolutely laughable.
I glanced at Joshua. His arm was still in a sling, making him look pitiful. However, Abigail was constantly caring for him and treating him with tender affection.
The scene before me was utterly ridiculous.
I, the husband, was standing off to the side watching in silence. Meanwhile, my wife was tending to her lover openly.
Hanson noticed it too and glanced at me, his gaze helpless.
"Samuel… perhaps you should head back first?"
He knew the nature of our relationship and didn't want me to grow increasingly upset by their public display of affection.
My goal for this trip was to network and advance my career. Leaving now would be like running away. Besides, I hadn't done anything wrong, so why should I leave?
"It's okay. I'll be fine," I said with a smile.
Hanson nodded, not pressing the matter. He looked into the distance and said quietly, "I'm going to meet a friend. I'll come find you later."
Once Hanson left, I sat alone in the corner.
Before long, a young woman approached me.
"Of course!" I answered gladly.
Wendy was overjoyed and immediately sat down beside me. I could smell the pleasant fragrance of her perfume as she excitedly took out a small notebook.
"Mr. Gebb, could you take a look at this one?"
I opened her notebook and began reading. "Hmm… this is quite good."
After just two lines, I was impressed. Her lyrics were rich in imagery, though they still had some minor flaws.
"The words in lyrics are meant to evoke emotions, and those emotions often need a figure to anchor them. For example, this part that says 'on black paper, white ink bleeds' would be even better with a character added in the next line. I think it should go like this…"
As I explained, I picked up a pen and wrote a suggestion, to which Wendy's eyes lit up immediately.
"On black paper, white ink bleeds, like me in the dark, longing for you in daylight… This is so much better!"
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