Chapter 389
All of the love and hatred that they shared would cease to exist.
This was the first time she leaned on his chest of her own accord. She proceeded to talk to him.
Her voice was soft when she said, “Ella and Farley are going to get married at the end of the year. Yanni’s condition will have improved by then. I might take her back to Silvercrest to attend the ceremony. I’m wondering what kind of gift should I prepare for them.”
He didn’t say anything about it. Brushing her hair, which was damp from the sweat, he chose to enjoy the quiet for a brief moment.
She gave him some time. Her voice was a little strained when she spoke. “Are you going to attend the ceremony as well? Ella told me that you have some business dealings with Farley as of late.”
Lowering his head, he stared at her intensely, “Do you want me to go?”
Instead of answering his question, she ran her fingers across his dashing features and talked about Rosemary. “Rosemary is going to attend as well. After all, she was his friend even before we knew her. She even told me that Terrence intended to get back together with her, but she turned him down…”
Then, she trailed off into silence.
He asked in a husky voice, “Why didn’t you keep going? I love hearing your voice.”
Leaning on his chest, she was flooded with embarrassment. There were many things she just couldn’t say to him. It felt as if she was merely one word away from getting herself into deep trouble.
Repressing her feelings, she kept reminding herself that she shouldn’t
be with Mason again. She no longer had the courage to love him.
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The fact was, he knew what she was thinking. After all, they had been married for a long time and he was mature enough to know the way a lady thinks. On top of that, both of them wanted it when they had sex earlier.
A lady would have downright rejected it if she didn’t love the man.
However, he didn’t say anything about it. He simply couldn’t give her the future she deserved.
The night was quiet. He lay next to both Zoe and Yanni when she was deep in her sleep. Touching the cross on Yanni’s neck, he stared at her intensely. He was reluctant to let them go.
How he wished for time to freeze right here and now. Only then would he have the courage to say what he had wanted to tell her so badly.
“Let’s start over, Zoe!”
He longed to be with her again so much that his heart ached.
However, that was something he could never do.
Unable to fall asleep, he tiptoed out of the room. Perhaps the night breeze would do him some good. Then, he came across the teddy bear when he walked by his private lounge. It was a gift from Westley.
Picking it up, he stared at it with a blank face for a long time.
In the end, he got changed and drove out of his manor alone in the middle of the night. The black Bentley tore through the lonely streets and ground to a halt at an old, crummy apartment thirty minutes later.
It was where Westley was staying.
In his middle age, the man lived rather pathetically. He worked in a post office for humble pay. It might not have been much, but he needed every cent of it. He had to watch how he spent his money very
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carefully. Sometimes, he didn’t even have enough to see the doctor.
Mason knocked on his door.
was rather chilly on this autumn hight. Westley put on a shirt and opened the door. He thought it was the landlord. After all, he didn’t have any friends or family. So, no one else would’ve had a reason to come looking for him.
To his surprise, he found himself staring at his son.
His face turned pale and he stuttered, “What brings you here at this hour?! Hurry up and come in. It’s cold out there!”
Mason merely stared at him profoundly.
After a moment, he stepped into the crummy apartment. It was barely four hundred and thirty square feet and there was nothing elegant about it. There were a lot of books lying around, though.
Westley moved rather cautiously. He cleared a spot on the couch and asked his son to take a seat.
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