Chapter 22
“You want to know who he
Clara stared into Leander’s eyes
The man mulded.
The next second. Lara pressed her hand to the back of Soren’s head and kissed him “Now, he’s my boyfriend ”
Not only was 1 canter shocked, his eyes widening as his heart felt torn apart watching his beloved woman kiss another man, but Soren was equally surprised. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping one arm around Elara’s waist and returning an even deeper, more passionate kiss.
He hadn’t expected that after months of pursuit, he would get his answer today. His mood was like finding treasure, wanting to devour Elara completely
Soren forgot ahmut the person beside them, holding Elara tightly in his arms until she was breathless, only then reluctantly letting go.
Flara caught her breath, hei reddened lips still glistening with moisture. “Now you know. Don’t come looking for me anymore.”
This scene made Leander’s heart feel ready to shatter. He shook his head in disbelief: “This isn’t real, Elara. This is just an excuse you made up, isn’t it? You just want to drive me away. Elara, I won’t leave. I’ll make you understand that I’m sincere.”
“Whatever. Don’t block my way.” Elara didn’t want to waste more meaningless words on him. She took Soren’s hand and walked around the man standing in front of them, returning to the villa.
That door didn’t open for him. Leander could only stand outside listening to the joyful voices within.
“Soren’s staying overnight tonight? How wonderful!” Eleanor prepared happily.
“Yes, have the maid prepare the guest room for him. Mom, don’t trouble yourself,” Elara’s voice carried gentle helplessness, nothing like the coldness she’d shown him.
“It might rain tonight. Let me help you bring in the laundry, Eleanor.” Soren immediately became even more enthusiastic than before, making the Whitlow family laugh.
They chatted harmoniously inside the villa while Leander stood alone outside.
Soon enough, heavy rain began falling, thunder crashing down like strikes to his heart.
Leander stood motionless, letting himself be soaked by the downpour. He looked up, gazing obsessively at Elara’s silhouette through the curtains, imagining what she was doing.
Before, he would help Elara dry her hair, prepare her nightgown, and then they would inevitably tumble into bed together, his chest full of Elara’s love for him.
He stood in the rain all night. The door never opened, and Leander had no intention of leaving. He would stay until Elara was willing to see him.
The second day, the third day–Leander became like a stone statue.
Ridiculously, Soren hadn’t left the Whitlow house these past few days either.
When Leander looked up and saw his figure, his eyes nearly burst with rage. How dare he enter Elara’s room!
But what happened next made him even more furious yet helpless to vent.
Elara and Suren kissed by the window. His mind automatically recalled the sounds Elara used to make when he kissed her, now becoming knife blades stabbing into his heart, cutting his flesh.
dre bloodshot red wanting nothing more than to rush up and separate them immediately. No one could touch his flar
But a marter how
ally be pranded on the door, there was no response
Leander could mnly watch in despair as Clara and Suren slowly intertwined together.
liis flara!
Leander suddenly struck the villa door with his fist, letting out a anguished roar, then completely collapsed unconscious
