Chapter 14
Maverick froze for a moment when he saw the letters.
They were written at different times, so the handwriting and ink on the envelopes varied somewhat.
Maverick picked up the letters to reorganize them, his eyes gradually filling with moisture.
I stood quietly to the side, softly revealing the girlish thoughts I’d once buried deep in my heart.
“I started writing these letters after I realized my feelings–one each year.”
Maverick opened the letters he’d organized and read them one by one.
At first, my handwriting was still somewhat childish.
My letters at sixteen were full of anxiety and nervous uncertainty:
“Uncle, what should I do? I think I like someone. But I can’t like him.”
“If he knew, he’d definitely be scared. I don’t want to lose him.”
At eighteen, I was reading books, searching, observing, testing, struggling.
“Uncle, I still like him. I tried paying attention to other people, but it’s different.”
“I tested him–he doesn’t reject physical contact with me. He must like me too, right?”
Maverick’s eyes gradually filled with tears.
At twenty, I was secretly planning my confession in the letter.
“Uncle, I’m an adult now. But I still can’t let go.”
“I want to tell you I like you.”
“I think I should face these feelings bravely–consider it closure for myself.”
“Whatever your reaction, I’ll accept it. I just hope you won’t hate me.”
Maverick turned away, burying his head in his arms.
His sleeve quickly darkened with moisture.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Paisley…”
His voice was terribly hoarse.
“I didn’t deserve your feelings.”
He stayed hunched over the desk for a long time, and I watched him quietly for just as long.
“My confession was too sudden–I scared you. I know, Uncle.”
Seeing Uncle so heartbroken left me feeling helpless.
I could sense this sadness was different somehow, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
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Chapter 14
When Maverick raised his head again, his eyes were already swollen.
Only one unread letter remained–filled with my confusion and heartbreak.
“Why can Uncle accept Chloe? Why does Uncle hate me so much?”
In my anger, I stopped writing letters to Uncle.
After marriage, I had even less opportunity.
The questions in this letter–I still haven’t figured out the answers.
I looked at Maverick, not really expecting him to give me answers.
But he spoke.
“Paisley, your confession actually made my heart race.”
“But that racing heart made me realize I’d been harboring feelings for my girl all along.”
When Maverick spoke of his feelings again, I still found it hard to believe.
“I felt disgusting, like I’d tainted you.” He continued.
“I thought if I married someone who liked me, we could get back on track.”
His breathing grew heavy again.
I covered my mouth and shook my head, my chest tight with suffocation.
Maverick pressed the letter to his heart, his chest rising and falling.
I slowly calmed the turmoil in my heart.
“It’s all in the past, Maverick. Though I learned of your feelings a bit late.”
He folded each letter back to its original state, slowly putting them in their original envelopes.
Gently sealing the letters, he placed them together in the hidden compartment of his bookshelf.
Then he took out the letter that had been tucked in his diary.
Suddenly, his phone on the desk vibrated.
It was his assistant calling.
“Mr. Rhodes, Miss Morrison’s case is confirmed for court tomorrow.”
Maverick set the letter in his hand on the desk.
“The Hartwell family will definitely make moves. Have the legal team prepare.”
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