Sweet forbidden love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The days that followed were haunted by the memory of him saving me. The image of him performing CPR, his lips against mine, clung to me like a persistent shadow.I knew he didn’t love Eleanor, so saving me should have felt like a simple, instinctive act. But still.I was pulled into a chaotic swirl of conflicting emotions. At times, I blamed myself. If only I hadn’t behaved that way. If only I had kept my love a secret, perhaps things between us would still be normal, even if he were to marry someone else.Perhaps I was the one who killed this relationship.I sighed again, promising myself for the thousandth time that I would stop thinking about it, yet I couldn't let it go.I drifted into a state of exhaustion and internal turmoil until the day I saw the wedding invitation sitting on my father’s desk. My hands trembled as I picked it up and opened it.The wedding of Eddie and Eleanor.My limbs went numb, and the car

The words had barely left his lips when Eleanor looked at him with an expression of utter terror."What... what are you saying. Haven't we already..."He turned to glare at her."Do not tell people we have done anything. Nothing happened between us. I have never even touched you."With that, he violently wrenched his arm from her grasp and began to walk away.Eddie's parents rushed forward in a panic to stop him."Good god, Eddie. What on earth are you doing? Are you trying to humiliate me in front of everyone?"Eleanor immediately clung to his mother’s shoulder, sobbing so hard that her makeup smeared across her face. In that moment, she looked like nothing more than a clown."Mother, please. You have to get justice for me today.""My mind is made up," he said firmly. "No one can change it. I am going to marry the woman I love."Eddie strode out of the hall, leaving the crowd in a state of shock. This time,

My father’s words made my face flush with a surge of anger."Stop trying to block my path to love, Dad. Age is just a number. You and Uncle have been close for years, so you know exactly what kind of man he is. He is a good person. I love him, I love only him, and I always have. You know that."I spoke in ragged gasps, my hands clutching the wound on my stomach. It had begun to throb again, likely because I was overexerting myself.Seeing me hunched over in pain, my father’s stern eyes softened with a flicker of sympathy."Ava, go back to bed. It’s freezing out here."As my face grew paler by the second, both of my parents became visibly frantic."Tell him to stand up and come in here so I can talk to him. Otherwise, I’m not moving."My father’s brow furrowed. I could tell from his expression that he was wavering, but his concern for my health was still at the forefront. As he stood there in conflicted si

Every day, he came to visit me. He often brought books or stories for me to read, and sometimes he told jokes that made me burst out laughing. Once my dietary restrictions were lifted, he prepared so many dishes for me, all of which were my favorites. Truthfully, I had never been so happy during a hospital stay. The days spent by his side were filled with sweetness.A month later, I was discharged. At first, my parents were incredibly strict and kept me under a tight watch. No matter where I went, I had to report to them beforehand and be home by nine in the evening. My father even stated that he and I were only allowed to get to know each other and absolutely could not progress to a more serious relationship. Gradually, however, my parents softened their stance and felt more at ease because he came to the house every time to talk with them and formally ask for permission.One beautiful Sunday, he took me out for BBQ. Afterward, as he was driving me home, I let out a h

I turned to look at him with a cheeky grin."We’re going swimming, Uncle. Besides, I think this set is quite modest."He remained unsatisfied and insisted I change into something else, even suggesting I wear a t-shirt and shorts to swim. Seriously.I had to plead with him for a long time before he finally let me wear it, though he practically shielded me with his own body the whole way to keep others from looking.However, the moment we stepped onto the beach, every eye was fixed on us.The tension on his face grew tighter by the second. I could almost smell the gunpowder in the air.The murderous glare in his eyes forced people to look away, and he immediately grabbed my hand, pulling me close and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Although I understood this was a protective gesture, the skin-to-skin contact made me feel a bit shy.The turquoise sea stretched out before me, and I excitedly ran toward it to immerse myself in t