My Husband Got Too into Character Caring for His Brother's Widow, and I Don't Love Him Anymore

: Apology

"Luna, come on out. I've asked Saozi and Benny to come stay for a while. How about they keep you company?"

Cole Rowan's words were so sanctimonious, they made me sick.

I didn't answer or come out. Cole Rowan knocked on the door several times, and finally, he used the spare key to open the study door.

Celine Lang said gently from outside the door, "Luna, Benny has been too naughty lately, so I'm here to stay for a while and have Cole help me discipline him. If you don't want me to stay here, then I'll leave the child and go back by myself."

"Don't be mad. I had no other choice. Please don't be upset with your Saozi."

As Celine Lang spoke, she began to cry softly. Cole Rowan held her shoulders, ducking his head to comfort her gently.

He frowned, wiping away the tears on Celine Lang's face with his fingertips, while his other hand possessively cupped the back of her head.

Celine Lang tilted her head back to look at Cole Rowan. The distance between them was infinitesimal. Their eyes met, and sparks flew.

If I hadn't been there, they probably would have kissed.

"Get out! Both of you, get out! Don't stand at my door crying!"

Furious, I grabbed two books and threw them at the doorway. Who would have thought one of them would hit Celine Lang right on the forehead.

After seeing the injury on Celine Lang's face, Cole Rowan completely lost it.

He strode toward me, grabbed me from behind the desk, and dragged me in front of Celine Lang.

"Luna Quinn, apologize!"

I froze on the spot, staring blankly at Cole Rowan's furious eyes.

'Why are you so angry? You're the one who broke your promise.'

Seeing I didn't react, Cole Rowan shoved me and coldly reminded me to apologize.

Celine Lang clutched her forehead, her eyes red. She gave Cole Rowan a soft smile. "Forget it, it doesn't even hurt that much. It's our fault for just showing up without discussing it with Luna first. It was so rude of us, I just didn't expect..."

As she spoke, Celine Lang's tears fell, PLIP PLOP. She looked at Cole Rowan, forced a smile, and shook her head, saying she had to go.

Cole Rowan said nothing. He gave me an indifferent glance, then skillfully applied medicine to the wound on Celine Lang's forehead.

After calming Celine Lang down, he turned to speak to me in a lecturing tone.

"It was my fault for having Saozi and Benny come over to stay without discussing it with you. But we're a family. Since they're already here, what's the big deal about letting them stay? Luna Quinn, do you really have to make such a scene?"

"Saozi thought you must be in a bad mood since your mother just passed away, and she wanted to come and keep you company. She meant well."

"I don't need it! Who the hell knows what her real intentions are!"

"Look at you right now! You're acting like a jealous shrew, seeing shadows and making accusations out of thin air! Luna Quinn, I'll say it one last time, apologize!"

I ignored Cole Rowan and turned to the bedroom to start packing my bags. Cole Rowan watched from the side. As the seconds ticked by, his patience ran out.

So he strode in front of me, kicked aside the suitcase I'd packed, and, under my furious glare, took out his phone to threaten me. "Think carefully. If you dare to leave, you can forget about getting *Cat Beneath the Blossoms*!"

I gasped. I couldn't believe Cole Rowan would actually use that painting to threaten me. He knew exactly how important it was to me.

My father was an art collector and a painting restorer. When I was ten, he began restoring *Cat Beneath the Blossoms*. I was fascinated by the restoration process back then and would sit quietly to the side, watching him work.

That painting held so many memories of my father and me. It was stolen not long after he passed away.

I couldn't help but tremble, staring hard at Cole Rowan as I asked, "You found the painting?"

"Mhm. Be a good girl and listen to me. Stop trying to divorce me all the time, and I'll give you the painting."

In the end, for the sake of a painting, I apologized to Celine Lang and said no more about leaving.