Chapter 9
That day, I was helping a customer alter the size of a wedding dress, while Lukas sat in the
Maybach.
In the gap of him flicking the cigarette ash, our eyes met.
Lukas’s eyes were filled with joy of regaining what was lost.
He strode into the store and noticed that I wanted to escape, so he grabbed me.
“Kenley, is it really you?”
“Do you know how much I have missed you in these past two years? It was my misunderstanding of you back then. If I had trusted you a little more, we wouldn’t have ended up like this today. Luckily, you are still alive, and I still have a chance to make it up to you…”
“Lukas, do you really think we could go back to the way things were before?”
I interrupted him.
The coldness in my eyes stung him.
He trembled as he released my hand, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly went to
check my wrist.
“Kenley, after you left, I saw your diagnosis of depression. Are you feeling better now?”
As early as three years ago, I discovered that I had depression.
The scars on my wrist, apart from the ones cut by Lukas and his lover, some of them were
self–inflicted.
I came to Vellaraland and Zaid’s wedding dress shop, watching the wedding dresses I designed myself being worn by the girls, and seeing them display happy smiles, I gradually felt healed.
A year ago, my depression was cured, and Zaid also introduced me to a famous doctor who helped me with scar removal surgery.
The present me, broke out of the cocoon and is no longer attached to the past, living in the present.
No matter how Lukas apologized, I was not interested. He left in a daze.
Before leaving, his gaze was determined.
“Kenley, I wouldn’t give up, I would definitely make you fall in love with me again!”
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