Love Unanswered のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A flicker of panic crossed Brandon's face, but he kept trying to convince himself. Wouldn't it be better if Rosalie left? If they divorced, he could return to Nina, and they wouldn't have to sneak around.But as soon as the thought fully took shape, something inside him recoiled.Did he even love Nina now? If he did, why hadn't he confessed his feelings after Declan died? He could've filed for divorce himself. For Nina's sake, he should have.Brandon's mind was filled with images of Rosalie—her bright smile, the way she called his name, her quiet presence at home, every warm hug she'd ever given him.Then, it hit him. Was it possible? Had he actually fallen for Rosalie?"No…" Brandon shook his head. "I've never loved her. She was just a cover for my relationship with Nina."But even as he said it, his body betrayed him. A desperate need surged through him. He had to find her.He ordered Trent to comb through the embassy, the intelligence agency, and every other place Rosalie mig

Nina scrambled off the escort in panic, hastily pulling her clothes on as the others froze, too stunned to react.Brandon's eyes burned with fury as he closed in on her."Brandon… L-Let me explain…" Nina gave a sheepish smile as she slid her hands around his waist, pressing her body against him. Her hips swayed in a teasing rhythm.She knew Brandon's hunger for her was his weakness. A few honeyed words were all it would take. Like always, he'd swallow whatever lie she fed him."Rosalie's the one who wanted to make the bet. If she loses, she'll have to pay up. That's the rule. I never forced her to leave, I swear! You've got to believe me!"Brandon's hand grazed Nina's cheek as his eyes moved over her face, taking in every detail.Nina took his hand in hers, lingering in the moment and hoping he'd lose himself in her tenderness again. But then, without warning, his hand dropped to her throat and clamped down in a vicious grip.Pain shot through her. She grabbed his wrist, poundin

News of Nina hooking up with other men so soon after Declan's death spread like wildfire online. Even the old scandal Rosalie had taken the fall for was dragged back into the spotlight for comparison.In a private lounge, the young heirs of wealthy families watched the press conference, tossing out comments as casually as if they were sharing popcorn."I've got to say that Rosalie from the Lardners is stunning. She looks like a celebrity.""If the Lardners hadn't already moved away, I'd totally go for Rosalie. Pretty face, bubbly personality… Anyone who ends up with her would never have a dull moment.""Wait, where is she now? Did she leave with her parents?" Someone turned to Brandon beside them. "Hey, Brandon. Do you know where the Lardners went?"Brandon stayed silent, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. A glass of strong whiskey sat before him. He flicked the ash, picked up the glass, and downed it in one go. The others started murmuring."He was the last decent one in our

The guests in the hall broke into hushed whispers."Is that Mr. Searle? Why would he be here?""The Lardners and Searles have been feuding for generations. No way the Lardners invited him.""Look at Mr. Rolf Lardner. His expression has gone completely dark."Brandon ignored the stares. He walked onto the stage, his eyes fixed on Rosalie as if she were the only person in the hall, and stopped directly in front of her. His voice was thick with emotion as he said, "Rosalie, I'm here to bring you home. Come back with me."For a moment, Rosalie was too stunned to speak. Her mind raced.Why was Brandon here? How had he even known she had come to Fremoria? And did he just say "home"? Had he really followed her all this way?No, that couldn't be right. He and Nina should be all wrapped up in each other's arms by now. He had no reason to come after her. Her departure should've been the best thing that ever happened to him.Rosalie took a step back, instinctively moving closer to Raphael

Brandon let out a self-deprecating laugh as if he couldn't bring himself to believe Rosalie. He stepped closer, water dripping from his clothes and soaking into the carpet, leaving dark patches behind that slowly spread. It was like the gloom seeping through his chest."Don't lie. You still love me," he said, watching her face for any flicker of doubt. "You've sacrificed so much for me. You loved me for six years. You don't just fall out of love like that."Rosalie gave a bitter laugh, tilting her head back as she spoke, each word sharp and deliberate. "Brandon, so you do know how much I've sacrificed for you?"Her words cut like acid, each one twisting deeper into his chest until he could barely breathe."It's because I know exactly what you've sacrificed that I came to bring you back." Brandon stared at her, his eyes burning with raw desperation. "Rosalie, I was wrong. I hurt you over and over. But I'm begging you now—let me make it right. Let me love you the way you should've be