For a woman he had only known for a few months, he could treat her this way.
Kiara’s heart slowly dropped. Her nails pressed into her palm, and her eyes turned red.
“As long as I change her shoes for her, that’s enough?”
Hugo gave a careless nod.
“Okay.”
Seeing Kiara about to lower her head, Gwynne grabbed her in distress. “Kiara, my life doesn’t matter. Don’t lower yourself because of me.”
Kiara smiled and shook her head. “It’s nothing. I’m just helping her switch shoes. It’s not a big deal.”
The bodyguard handed her the flat shoes. She accepted them, knelt down, removed Dorothy’s heels, and put on the flats.
Where no one noticed, tears still rolled down Kiara’s face.
Once, Hugo felt sorry to see her rushing around in high heels for business deals. Each time she left, he would bring flats for her.
In the end, he would personally help her remove the high heels.
After just three years, his heart still softened the same way, just no longer for her.
Just a little longer. Once the divorce was settled, everything between her and Hugo would truly end. Then she would leave this place forever.