Gloria's mind became clearer after the despair. She understood that Camille had already revealed her thoughts the moment Camille said, "I will visit you another time."
"Camille, do you still consider it a kind gesture if you pay a visit?" Gloria asked. Gloria removed Camille's hand, which was grabbing her arm tightly. She pushed Camille away and said, "Will you excuse me? Camille, I'm busy." After that, Gloria turned around and walked clumsily towards Patrick in her heels. She didn't walk towards Alger and Harry again because there was no point in questioning them anymore. Standing not too far, Alger and Harry saw that Gloria was not walking towards them. They heaved a sigh of relief, but before they resumed calm, they were frightened again. "Why is she walking towards Mr. Hammond?" Alger asked Harry, looking worried. Alger had no clue, and neither was Harry. Camille was shocked and a little annoyed after Gloria pushed her awaThe weight of these revelations pressed heavily on Luana's heart, like a stone compressing her lungs.Clarissa understood—Cline had taken Luana away and convinced her of his love.But for Luana, who had brushed with death, this belated realization came too late.Clarissa gently patted her back. "Now that you know he loves you, what do you plan to do?"Tears streamed down Luana's face. "I've forgiven him, but I've also turned him away. Clarissa, he and I—we're impossible."She had made her decision before learning the truth, a decision sealed with a promise.The past, with its unavoidable regrets, had been left behind three years prior.Back then, they had plenty of time yet never once voiced their love...He misunderstood her cries for Albion in her sleep as indifference.Her heart, chilled by his emotional distance, never found the courage to speak.Their relationship was flawed from the start—a
Russell sighed as he watched the bodyguard follow Luana at a respectful distance.Cline loved her so deeply yet chose to let her go. Russell could only imagine the pain in his heart.He offered Cline a pack of cigarettes, "Take these to ease your mind..."Cline glanced at them indifferently, his expression returning to its usual cold detachment. "Throw them away," he said.He no longer needed such crutches. Some people, once buried in his heart, would accompany him for life.Russell was surprised that Mr. Moriarty, who had relied on smoke and alcohol for three years, could quit so easily.He glanced at Cline, who was propping himself up with one hand on the car window, gazing out sideways. In a daze, he seemed to see the Mr. Moriarty of the past.Before he met Luana, Cline didn't touch cigarettes or alcohol. He was aloof and dignified, indifferent and disdainful towards everyone and everything.Now, though scarred by love, Clin
Luana slowly lifted her head and looked at the exquisitely handsome face before her.Just like that rainy night eight years ago, he had come to her side in her most helpless moment.He held a large black umbrella over her head, as if shielding her from all the storm's fury.As before, he stretched out his slender hand, signaling for her to rise with his assistance.But this time, Luana did not place her hand in his palm as she had eight years prior.Instead, she merely studied his scarred right hand, and tears inexplicably fell.Cline saw this and bent down, kneeling on one knee before her. With his long fingers, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes."Don't cry. From now on, I will not disturb you again," he said.After speaking, he thrust the umbrella into her hand and rose to leave.Watching his tall and straight figure disappear into the rain, Luana's eyes welled up once more."Cline, tha
"He wasn't afraid to defy his mother for you, but he didn't want you dragged into his chaotic world, exposed to the same dangers he faced. And back then, thinking you didn't love him, he didn't want to burden you further."Still, he never expected that slap would cost you your life..."Eva paused, her voice slightly husky as she continued, "When you called him before you passed away and he didn't answer, it was because he was at a closed-door meeting at NASA in the US."Also, he didn't delete your number—he had it memorized."And he never slept with Runa. She sneaked into his Houston house on her own.""Cline never treated you as a substitute. From the beginning to the end, the person he loved was only you!""Enough!"Luana suddenly interrupted, her clear eyes now bloodshot.Her body began to shake uncontrollably, as if she had been struck by something.She grabbed her phone from the table and stood up to leave.
Luana had anticipated Eva would speak well of Cline, but instead, she was asked about a long-past event.She did remember. The youth, around Albion's age and covered in blood, had appeared out of nowhere. No one knew how he'd been injured.How could Eva know about him? Had she witnessed it too?Luana frowned and asked, "You know him?"Eva nodded. "I not only know him but also worked with him for years."Realizing who he was, Luana's expression darkened slightly.Cline had mentioned about ten years ago, but she had cut him off, not wanting to listen.Now, Eva brought it up again. Could it be that she wanted to reveal that the youth back then was none other than Cline?Stirring her coffee, Eva said, "Cline has loved you since that time."Luana was stunned. Eva continued, "Back then, something happened. Cline's childhood friend was tortured to death by his mother.""He defied his mother, but as a student, he was no m
He had once said that since she now possessed Dorothy's heart, he could never let her die.His current actions were nothing more than a test of her resolve.As if reading her thoughts, Dorian's expression darkened. "You're determined to leave?"Luana nodded gently. "Mr. Lamont, I know my request is bold, but our marriage was wrong from the start. You loved my sister, yet you married her younger sister—though in her name, I am not her."Luana's words brought a flicker of clarity to Dorian's murky eyes, though he remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together.Lowering her head, Luana hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Lamont, please, could you let me go?"Dorian frowned. At that moment, Luana sitting on the sofa seemed to blur into Dorothy's image."I beg you, let me go..."She had knelt before him, pleading the same way, and he had lashed out, kicking her.The memory was distant, but he recalled that ki