Semua Bab When She Turns Her Back: Bab 821 - Bab 830

Standing at the entrance to the concert hall, watching the crowds come and go, Christian gradually lost himself in thought.Nancy had shone so brilliantly on stage moments ago, and he couldn't help but be moved. Perhaps their being together was the best ending after all. Yet even as he thought this, his heart remained hollow.He stood at the entrance, smoking one cigarette after another until the smoke made his eyes water. Only then did he hear a gentle voice nearby say, "Chris."Christian instinctively turned to look.Nancy stood not far from him. She hadn't removed her stage makeup, and it still sat flawlessly on her skin. She was already beautiful, and the makeup made her stunning.She wore a light pink coat over a black dress underneath. Though the color was pink, it didn't look childish at all. Instead, it made her look demure and sweet. Standing there, she was hard to look away from.Christian dropped his cigarette. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. "All done?"Nancy no

Henry felt numb inside, but he forced himself to examine Talia's wound.When he finished, he kept his head down and adjusted her pants. "The wound's mostly healed. Give it a bit more time, and you'll be fine."Talia leaned forward to fix her pants herself, but Henry held her ankle fast. Only when he'd finished straightening the fabric did he reluctantly release her.He still didn't look up. He picked up his umbrella from the ground and opened it over Talia.Without meeting her eyes, he pressed the handle into her hand. "It's cold in the snow. Don't let yourself freeze. Keep your leg warm too, or frostbite will slow your recovery."The moment Talia took the umbrella, their eyes met briefly. That was when she saw his eyes were red from crying."Henry..." Talia didn't know what to say. She could only call his name helplessly.He acted as if nothing was wrong. "I'm here."Talia couldn't bring herself to ask anything. "We should head back now."Henry straightened quickly. "Let me w

Henry laid out his certificates and awards until they covered the entire coffee table. Hector and Madeline looked at them with admiration, but his request left them in a difficult position. They exchanged helpless glances, neither daring to speak first."This... Dr. Rowe, you…" Madeline was flustered and couldn't finish her sentence.Henry knew he'd been abrupt. He leaned forward and said, "You don't need to feel pressured by this. I came here simply to tell you that my heart has long belonged to Talia."I like her. I want to treat her well and take care of her for the rest of her life. If you're willing to trust me, please give me this chance."He bowed his head low.Madeline's eyes reddened. He was someone's precious child, too, yet here he was humbling himself for the person he loved.She couldn't help the tears that fell. She reached out and helped Henry up. "I know you're a good person, but matters of the heart can't be forced."Madeline's words were like knives to Henry's

Talia stood frozen at the curtain, lost in thought. When she didn't move, Quentin called softly, "Talia?"She snapped out of it and forced a smile. "Okay."Quentin pushed her inside. Then he poured warm water for both Talia and Seamus. He was just there for support that night. Seamus was all business, pen poised over his notebook. "Ms. Stewart, how long have you been married to Mr. Lane?""Five years.""Were you happy after getting married?""He rarely came home.""Did he have someone else?""Yes.""Do you have proof?""Yes.""How was your relationship?""Not good.""Are you still intimate?"Talia hesitated and looked at Seamus with some confusion.His expression remained neutral. "Ms. Stewart, I'm a lawyer. In any divorce case, these are basic questions."Talia swallowed. "Not in the past few months.""How many children do you have?""One.""Does he spend his money on you?""He spends it on our child.""Has he ever hit you?""No."Seamus asked detailed question

Henry stood in front of the wheelchair, his hand still shielding Talia from the snow. His other hand hung frozen in mid-air. After a long moment, he forced himself to lower it.When his hand dropped, Henry looked down. His voice was barely audible. "Talia, I know you don't feel that way about me."Talia's heart clenched at his words. After a moment of silence, she tried to comfort him. "Henry, you're so wonderful. I'm sure you'll meet someone better."Henry hesitated. "Talia, I—"He wanted to tell her again how much he liked her, how well he'd treat her, but Talia didn't give him the chance. "Henry, can we still be friends?"Henry didn't know how to answer. "I—"A crisp, loud voice interrupted. "You're such a catch, Dr. Rowe. If you don't mind, I'd be happy to introduce you to a few people."Quentin looked triumphant, like he'd won a battle. Talia's heart had chosen him in the end.Henry didn't respond. He wouldn't even look at Quentin.Talia saw the exhaustion and weariness o