Even Tilly Flower, always so composed and cool-headed, was now a bit angry.
"What does this bastard mean!"
Her eyes, shimmering with water, burned with fire, making her otherwise unremarkable face stunningly captivating. Sophia Phoenix watched her vivid expression, slightly dazzled.
Tilly's personality, appearance, behavior, and way of handling things were far from what he envisioned in a wife. Gentle, beautiful, virtuous, and well-mannered,
He was a very traditional man, and these were the only qualities he desired in a wife.
Yet, Tilly was far from the few adjectives he had imagined.
There were always some mismatches, but she really did appear,
A very clear statement, stark and obvious.
His life, after he met Tilly Flower, was forcibly derailed from its original track by her.
And this woman, after wreaking havoc in his life, had vanished without a trace.
She didn't give him a chance to regret, nor a chance to make amends, just left recklessly.
