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Eight Years Wasted, I Rejected His Proposal Chapter 9
Dead leaves spiraled up from the ground, caught in the wind and scattered across Jack’s face.He reached for them instinctively, but there was nothing there to catch.He had already begun to unravel the moment he realized Eleanor was gone.He searched the house from the highest floor to the lowest. There was nothing. He sent his men to trace her whereabouts, but they could not find her.He went to her friends, one after another. Not a single person would tell him where she was. He went to Eleanor’s family himself, only to be turned away at the door.In the end, he had to invoke his authority as Godfather just to get inside.He had been frantic to find her, to tell her that he had divorced Layla, to finally give her the words she had waited eight years to hear.“Eleanor, let’s get married.”He had been so consumed by the thought of finding her that he had forgotten one thing. Today was her grandmother’s funeral.Jack suddenly began striking himself across the face.“I’m sorry,
Eight Years Wasted, I Rejected His Proposal Chapter 8
I quietly stayed by my grandmother’s side, wiping her body clean and helping dress her in her burial clothes.My mother noticed how pale I looked but did not ask any questions. She simply pulled me into a quiet embrace.My father stood nearby.“What happened between you and Mr. Parker…”I calmly told everyone what had happened between Jack and Layla. I was not just telling my family. I was telling my grandmother, too.Everyone in the family was stunned. They could not understand how Godfather could have done something so ridiculous.How could he treat marriage like a game just to protect some girl he barely knew, completely disregarding the woman who had been with him for eight years?“Eleanor… We didn’t know the truth before. We were wrong to blame you.”I carefully straightened the hem of my grandmother’s burial clothes one last time before looking up at everyone.“I’ve already left him. Maybe if I had left sooner, Grandma wouldn’t have been dragged into this because of me.
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The doctor said Eleanor was sleeping peacefully for now and might sleep all the way until morning.Jack finally stopped keeping vigil at her bedside.He had all of Layla’s belongings packed up and thrown out of the house. Then he personally rearranged everything inside, putting each item back exactly the way Eleanor liked it.Only then did he sink onto the sofa to rest. For the first time, he felt strangely alone. The house was too quiet.Usually, whether he read the newspaper on the sofa or listened to his men give their reports in the study, Eleanor always had a way of appearing beside him without him even noticing.She would happily bring him some fruit, hum and dance around the room, then cling to him and beg him to hold her.He always complained that she was too noisy. Yet whenever he worked, he could never resist sneaking glances at her.It had been eight years, and Eleanor was still the same girl he met all those years ago. She was lively, bright, and impossibly endearing
Eight Years Wasted, I Rejected His Proposal Chapter 6
Before Eleanor could answer, the doctor came back in and gave her another sedative.She was far too agitated, and the doctor feared her condition would deteriorate. Once the medication took effect, she finally drifted into sleep.Even then, she could not rest peacefully. Her brows stayed tightly furrowed, and every so often, she murmured something in her sleep.Her voice was hoarse, heavy with a despair so deep it seemed to seep into every word. Sometimes her murmurs were too faint to understand. Sometimes she called for her grandmother. Other times, she whispered for the baby she had already lost.The two people she loved most in this world had been taken from her at once.Watching Eleanor struggle through her nightmares, Jack felt something twist painfully in his chest.He gently cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “Eleanor, I’ll marry you.”His phone buzzed. Jack glanced at the message, and i
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When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the room Jack and I shared.The first thing that came to mind was my grandmother.My parents had always been busy when I was little, and my grandmother had been the one who spent most of my childhood by my side.I had to go home. I had to see her one last time.Still groggy, I tried to push myself upright. The moment I moved my hand, a sharp sting shot through the back of it.I looked down and pulled the IV needle from my hand. Blood immediately spilled from the puncture wound, and I sucked in a sharp breath.Jack jolted awake in the chair beside me, as though sensing something was wrong.He rushed over and pressed his hand over the wound. “Doctor! Doctor!”The doctor, who had been waiting outside, hurried in. After stopping the bleeding, he inserted another IV into my other hand and started another infusion.I cried and tried to get out of bed, but Jack pulled me tightly into his arms, just like he used to hold me when he loved me.
Eight Years Wasted, I Rejected His Proposal Chapter 4
I packed my belongings and moved back in with my family.Jack sent people to look for me several times, trying to convince me to come home. I refused every time.I reported the missing insignia to my family. My mother promised to embroider a new one for me with a different pattern.After a great deal of effort, we finally managed to officially report the original insignia as lost within the family registry.My mother paid the price for it. People in the family looked at her with contempt.“How useless. She couldn’t even keep her own family insignia safe.”My heart ached knowing my mother had to painstakingly make another one for me. It hurt even more knowing she had to endure everyone’s disdain on my behalf, day after day, until the constant stress left her suffering from ringing in her ears.When I went to Layla again and demanded that she return my insignia, she sent me a photo instead. In the photo, she was drinking with the leaders of several districts, looking completely at
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