81 I am watching a meteor shower

dressed in a red dress and holding a purse in her right hand, chisa walks into the office with a smile. her eyes are gentle. the air around her exudes elegance. she attracts the gazes of men and women effortlessly. she steps into the elevator and presses the button for the 23rd floor. her eyes turn venomous the moment the elevator door closes. 

rie reappeared in kiyohira's life yesterday. he always knew that rie was alive. kiyohira's grandmother broke up the engagement over a phone call. that old thing wouldn't break the engagement unless something big happened. 

something is just not right.

her sharp intuition is shrieking in her mind.

she steps into the 23rd floor. she wants to see kiyohira first. she wouldn't mention the engagement. he has already offended her. she will use different tactics now.

in the office, mizutani isami is packing her stuff with despair. she has been working for such a long time in this office. she didn't think that her boss would fire her this morning. though he has already arranged a different job for her in a tie-up company, she feels depressed. her boss has changed. two years ago, he indirectly told her to not make any advances toward him if she wanted to keep a job. two years later, he suddenly threw her off due to ' personal reason '. he didn't even come to see her once. 

mizutani isami is sighing to herself when chisa comes into the office. her eyes become darker when she sees her packing her stuff.

"isami, what are you doing?"

"miss. hashimoto." mizutani isami greets her with a smile. it has become her second nature due to work. whether she's upset or moody, she will never show it on her face at work, especially in front of people like hashimoto chisa. she has been watching this woman. she has always felt that hashimoto chisa is a fake. 

"i was relieved from this position." she grins at chisa. "i am packing my stuff."

"i see." her senses become sharp. why would kiyohira fire his capable secretary on the same day he broke the engagement with her? it's connected to rie for sure. "is kiyohira inside?"

"no, he didn't come today." mizutani isami sighs. she couldn't see her boss for one last time. mizutani recalls her last task. she was supposed to pinpoint the whereabouts of two people. the information came in today. she would send the details before leaving this job.

chisa leaves the office, aggravated. there is a whisper in her head. something isn't right. it's all related to rie. did she recover her memories? if she told him everything, how would he react?"

she picks up the phone at the last ring. "speak, morikawa."

[hashimoto san, kamiyama groups have broken off all supports for h groups. because of the sudden actions, other supporters are also pulling back.]

instead of being angry, she's unusually calm. so, her suspicions have been right. seeing how fast he has broken all things off cleanly, he must have been suspicious of her for a long time. a menacing smile appears on her red lips. 

"where are he and rie?"

[she was seen leaving with him in his car. our people were following them, but they lost them on the road.]

there is no doubt left. kiyohira knows. rie has recovered her memories. her toy and her prey have joined hands together. 

do they think that she's that easy to be dragged down? she wouldn't have come this far if she wasn't capable. 

"it's fine. come back. we need to save the company first."

thanks to their actions, she has received an opportunity to take over her stepfather's company.

***

kiyohira glances at the mail sent by mizutani isami on his phone. in the attachment, there is the information of two people who might have captured the picture of rie's true bully. though he already knows who the real bully is, there is no harm in collecting an evidence against that woman. if rie wants to sue that woman someday, she would need it. 

he has a feeling that his wife is becoming complicated with every minute.

in the fitting room, rie stares at her bare shoulders. her face is unreadable. the white embroidered dress is beautiful. she is not.

the store girl is doing her best to not to stare at those burn marks and keeping a poker face. outside the room, kiyohira becomes suspicious when it takes too long. he knocks the door once. "rie, are you alright?"

"madam, i will bring another dress." the girl leaves the room abruptly. she's young and inexperienced to keep a smiling face after seeing what she saw.

kiyohira notices the revulsion in the girl's eyes. he pushes the door and sees his standing in front of the mirror. she doesn't move or try to hide her scars from him.

if he wants to look, let him look and regret. if he is lusting after her, it should die after seeing this.

he moves slowly toward her, looking at her eyes in the reflection. he coils his arms around her waist and rests his head on the top of her head. she waits for him to say something. she keeps looking at his eyes in their reflection, searching something in his eyes. she only finds him smiling lovingly. 

"i told you that i don't like dresses." her voices carry a hint of grudge. "you don't listen to me and do whatever you want to do."

old habits die hard.

"we need to get a uniform for our wedding day." he unzips the back of her dress. "this uniform is too plain for my beautiful wife."

beautiful wife. she feels like he is mocking her. "you don't have to lie just because we are married. if you feel like divorcing me, then we can -"

he puts his hand on her mouth. "do you know how i am feeling while looking at you now?"

she doesn't know. she's too terrified to make a guess. the scars are reminding of her that night when she lost her child. find authorized novels in webnovel，faster updates, better experience，please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.

"i am watching a meteor shower." he plants a kiss on the bottom of her neck, brushing his lips on the curves of her bare shoulder. his warm fingers move down on her back, stopping at the curve of her waist. his smoldering dark eyes are ready to engulf her. "i want to lose myself in the night sky full of raining stars."