Chapter 12
When I woke up again, I was back in the familiar room.N
Unlike last time, I was the only one there.N
I struggled to lift my arm, my lower back aching intensely.N
A bad feeling suddenly welled up inside me. I lifted the blanket and saw that my clothes were still on properly and only then did I sigh in relief.N
The image of Simon rushing towards me before I fainted flashed through my mind. I gave a somewhat mocking smile.
It seemed I’d been fooled again.
Simon had already seen me with Maxwell but hadn’t taken me back.
He’d let Maxwell continue to lock me in this room.N
A sour ache spread through my chest.N
Of course. Why would Simon care about his childhood fiancée when he had someone a thousand times better now?}]
Run.
The word flashed in my mind.N
Anywhere. Just far away from the Ferguson brothers.
I went to the door and forcefully twisted the doorknob a few times, but the room was still locked.
sighed helplessly, having no choice but to pin my hopes on Maxwell’s return.W
By nightfall, all I got was a bizarre message:N
[Chelsea’s turtle died. I’m staying with her. Figure out your own dinner.]
I checked the sender three times, confirming that the sender was indeed Maxwell, before hesitantly typing a question mark.”
Confirming that the sender was indeed Maxwell before hesitantly typing a question mark.”
No one cared whether Chelsea’s turtle was dead or alive and I had already let go of my feelings for him.”
Even if I saw the two of them being affectionate in front of me now, I probably wouldn’t react.
Looking at Maxwell’s message, the heartache i once felt was long gone.
I was just speechiess. He locked me in here and now he blocked me?
Without much thought, Chelsea must have repeated something.N
The date on my phone caught my attention. In theory, there were still three days until my wedding to Simon.
Now, the bride was locked up here by the groom’s younger brother.N
I gave a helpless smile. Simon had probably forgotten about me long ago.
The eldest son of the Fergusons had announced his marriage on the first day he returned to the country, but he hadn’t mentioned who the bride was.
It seemed that having Simon’s vice president as the bride for the wedding in three days wasn’t out of the question now.”
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, there was a sudden knock on the door.
I was a little confused. Hadn’t Maxwell gone to be with Chelsea?
My heart pounded. Could it be Simon?}}
I knew he wouldn’t abandon me. He didn’t want to cause a scene, so he took me away while Maxwell was gone.N Filled with joy, I went to the door and pressed hard on the handle, only to find that it could be turned this time. The door opened, but there was no Simon in sight. Instead, a palm–sized turtle lay still on the ground. It was upside down, clearly dead.”
I recognized it. This was the turtle whose hunger strike had caused Maxwell to run away from his engagement. There was also a note and a piece of white cloth on the turtle, unmistakably in Maxwell’s handwriting. [Mourn Chelsea’s turtle for three days. After three days, I will deliver you to my brother’s bed.]
I sneered. Since ancient times, who had ever mourned for a turtle?
I casually threw the note and the white cloth into the trash can.
The door was already open. Would I be stupid not to run now?”
Just as I reached the front door, Chelsea and Maxwell appeared hand in hand in front of me.N
12:30 PM
