Serena Jennings froze.
She didn’t expect Caleb Lockwood to discuss personal matters with her at the company.
"Caleb Lockwood, we are already..."
"We’re not divorced yet, and surely you haven’t forgotten what day Saturday is!"
Caleb Lockwood didn’t even look up.
Of course Serena remembered what Saturday meant—
Saturday was Grandpa’s seventieth birthday.
Without Caleb explaining, she understood exactly what he meant.
Every time Lance Lockwood celebrated his birthday, his old comrades and friends would always come, and what they praised most was Serena’s cooking.
"Okay, I understand."
Knowing that with Grandpa’s birthday, Serena would never refuse, Caleb smiled slightly.
"There’s nothing else, you can leave!"
Serena left Caleb’s office.
Returning to her desk, her mood remained complex.
Even though she’d decided on divorcing Caleb, she still couldn’t escape him, couldn’t escape the Lockwood family.
On Friday night after work, Serena prepared to return to the Lockwood old estate.
After all, it was Lance Lockwood’s seventieth birthday, the Lockwood family valued it, and so did she.
During her lunch break, Serena drafted a menu. For some of the ingredients not needed from morning market shopping, she went to the big supermarket after work.
With two large bags of ingredients in each hand, Serena stood by the roadside to hail a cab.
A black Maybach pulled up in front of her.
The window lowered, as Serena expected, it was Caleb Lockwood.
"I’m heading there too, let’s go together!"
Caleb knew where Serena was going—the Lockwood Estate.
Every year for Grandpa’s birthday, Serena always prepared in advance.
Serena stood there for a while, then decided to get in the car.
Since Caleb was also returning to the estate, going separately would make Grandpa worry more.
At least at the crux of Lance Lockwood’s birthday celebration, Serena didn’t want to make him unhappy.
Originally, Serena put the groceries into the car trunk and habitually walked to the passenger seat, but after opening the door, she didn’t sit down.
She remembered how naturally she opened the passenger door before, only to find Claire Shaw sitting inside.
Though no one was in the passenger seat this time, she still closed it and obediently sat in the back seat.
She thought that Caleb’s current passenger seat should be Claire Shaw’s exclusive spot.
Whether it was or wasn’t, Serena inexplicably didn’t want to sit there.
Caleb watched silently as Serena opened and closed the car door and finally sat at the back without saying a word, merely curling his lips slightly.
The car started; their destination was the Lockwood Estate.
Serena remained as silent as usual because Mr. Miller had told her before that Caleb didn’t like distractions when driving.
Claire Shaw could chat with Caleb, that was Claire’s privilege.
Serena did not have that privilege.
The drive from downtown to the Lockwood Estate was long.
The low pressure in the car made Serena uncomfortable and bored, not even absorbed in her phone.
From time to time, her gaze would drift to Caleb driving.
As expected, Caleb remained silent the whole time, as if the person previously chatting effortlessly with Claire in the car wasn’t him.
Serena dozed off briefly, and when she woke up, the car had already stopped steadily.
She noticed an additional blanket draped over her that she didn’t know when it appeared.
The blanket was gray-black, made of thin wool, soft to the touch.
This blanket seemed very familiar to Serena.
Before, when taking a nap at her desk, she woke up covered with a blanket identical to this one.
So, was this Caleb’s blanket?
Serena’s heart couldn’t help but race.
But then she considered she might be overthinking.



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