Chapter 23
Edwin had always been Tiffany’s protector, never allowing anyone to upset her in the slightest way. But this time ha fins watched eddig heter
move to intervene.
Tiffany couldn’t understand it. How had a single meeting with Sylvia changed everyone so completely?
Before she could figure it out, the boat had already sailed well away from Reunion Isle,
Meanwhile, back on the island, the security team departed on their own boat after successfully removing the unwanted visitors.
As the crowd thinned out, Matt Kingsley appeared–he’d shown up on his own in a small boat.
“Sylvia, may I come up?”
Ronald remembered him—he had visited not long ago. Though Sylvia hadn’t been particularly friendly to him, her attitude was considerably better than toward those who had just been expelled. This made Ronald instinctively wary.
Too many people had been coming after Sylvia lately. He needed to keep a close eye on things to prevent anyone from stealing her away.
His protective stance amused Sylvia, and she let out a soft laugh. Seeing his ears turn red with embarrassment, she tempered her smile and gently traced her finger along his palm to reassure him.
“Go ahead back to the house, sweetheart. I’ll just have a quick chat with him.”
Ronald walked away but kept looking back every found his possessiveness endearing.
few steps.
His inability to leave without constantly checking on her made Sylvia smile again. She
Watching their easy rapport, Matt maintained a neutral expression, but his heart sank to the depths.
When she turned her attention back to him, he forced a bitter smile. “Sylvia.”
Sylvia tilted her head curiously as she watched him remove his shoes and socks, roll up his pants, and wade barefoot into the cold shallows.
She didn’t stop him but looked puzzled. “Why are you here again?”
Her tone was completely different from how she’d addressed Ronald.
“Am I not welcome? I really just wanted to see you.”
She hadn’t refused to let him onto the island.
Matt felt a small flicker of happiness at this. At least she wasn’t treating him with the same hostility she’d shown her parents and Edwin.
Seeing her glance back, her gaze following Ronald’s retreating figure, he paused before adding, “Just as a friend, of course.”
“Actually, I don’t want to be friends with any of you,” she said, still not looking at him. Her gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her voice completely flat, betraying no emotion. Matt stayed silent, waiting for her to finish.
“But… alright, I don’t really hate you that much. After all, back then, you simply didn’t have feelings for me.”
Loving someone doesn’t guarantee they’ll love you back–she had been too fixated and only hurt herself. Besides, whatever his motives might have been, at least he had never done anything to harm her. He had even saved her life.
“It’s just that I have a new life now. New parents, a new love. They only have me in their world. I love living this way, and I don’t want it disrupted.”
Sylvia finally turned to look at him directly. He kept his eyes lowered, unable to say a word, appearing somewhat pitiful.
The words she had planned to say next suddenly caught in her throat. With a sigh, she relented.
“Fine. You’re welcome to visit. But only you.”
Having said this, Sylvia gave him a small wave and walked away without waiting, essentially telling him the ball was in his court.
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He could stay or go. It was up to him.
There had never been any deep hatred between them–Just the complications of past feelings. Her once wounded heart had been booked 2. passage of time, now facing toward her new life. Why keep dwelling on the past?
She was truly happy now, and that was all that mattered.
The sunset’s glow spread across the water as she ran across the sand and pebbles toward the shore.
“Ronald!”
At her call, Ronald turned around, a wide smile lighting up his face.
He extended his arms, and when she jumped, he caught her firmly, holding her close.
From a distance, Matt made eye contact with him, seeing the challenge
“If I hadn’t made the wrong choice, you wouldn’t even exist in her life.”
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Ronald’s eyes. He let out a soft scoff.
If he hadn’t chosen poorly, it would have been his arms she was running into with such joy.
But unfortunately…
Unfortunately, there are no “what ifs” in this world.
