Chapter 4 We Are Both Free Now

The following day, as dawn was just breaking, Francesca awoke from the large couch in the living room. Battling discomfort, she carefully rose from Colton's side to dress herself. She then signed her name on the divorce agreement on the dining table. Finally, she cast a long, deep look at the man sleeping soundly on the couch. “Colton, we're both free now...” Francesca withdrew her gaze and turned to leave. As she stepped out of the mansion, her heart was filled with bitterness and sorrow. It had been three years. Even if Phillip had stood by her side, urging Colton to return to the mansion more often to live with her, to foster their relationship, there was no love. A person filled with resentment toward her would only grow to despise her more as time passed. She had been living in a dream for three years until the pregnancy notification from Elsa completely woke her from her reverie. All of this was nothing more than a dream of hers. The man's heart was something she could never attain no matter how she exhausted her entire life trying. He belonged to another woman. Francesca had completely given up. When Colton woke up, it was already ten in the morning. He endured the aching pain throughout his body and got up. His first thought was that he was determined to confront Francesca this time. How can a woman stoop so low? She drugged me three years ago, and now, she has done it again. She really played her cards well with the Beckman family, didn't she? Is she hoping to get pregnant by slipping something in my drink? He let out a cold chuckle, picking up his phone to call his assistant. “Go buy a contraceptive pill for Francesca. Make sure she takes it.” Upon hearing Colton's request over the phone, the assistant was momentarily stunned. Francesca? Contraceptive pill? He realized he had heard some earth-shattering gossip. Due to him sleeping in the living room, the butler had been waiting at the front door since morning, following Francesca's instructions. When Colton had put on his clothes, he carried an aura of menace as he stepped out the door. He asked the butler waiting at the entrance, “Have you seen Francesca?” The butler looked at Colton whose face was extremely pale. Feeling a sense of fear, he quickly responded, “Mr. Zeller, Mrs. Zeller left before dawn, and she took her luggage with her...” Colton was completely taken aback. Irritation washed over him once again. A previously docile and obedient woman had suddenly lost control. He cast a cold glance at the butler. “You don't need to come from tomorrow onward.” If Francesca's disappearance went unnoticed, there was no point in him staying. Stepping out of the mansion, Colton settled into his car and lit a cigarette. The smoke spread in the air, and a cold smirk played on his lips. Does Francesca really think she can just join and leave the Zeller family as she pleases? Pulling out the spare phone from the car, he dialed a number and said, “Find Francesca's whereabouts and bring her back.” Ever since the incident with his parents, Colton was forced to mature quickly. It had been a long time since he last experienced the feeling of being consumed by anger. At that time, he was oblivious to the fact that despite his constant desire for Francesca to divorce him quickly, making room for Elsa, his first reaction when he heard that Francesca had left the mansion with her suitcase was surprisingly to bring her back. He wouldn't allow Francesca to toy with him like this. Just as he was consumed by an overwhelming sense of irritation, his phone rang once again. When he saw that familiar name, his eyes darkened. It was Elsa. He recalled the intimate encounter he had with Francesca the previous night. Despite being drugged, he was still able to remember some of the details. The soft, kitten-like sobs and occasional ambiguous sighs of Francesca were etched into his mind, making everything seem incredibly clear at that moment. No! Stop! Colton took a deep breath before answering Elsa's call. He noticed that she had called him over a dozen times the night before, her messages all asking what he was up to. He furrowed his brows in impatience.