All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Escorting her friend away from the crowd, Roza took Maureen upstairs into her private room. With no one else around, all the formal behavior disappeared. They talked and laughed like sisters who had known each other forever. Roza served Maureen her best tea and special snacks made by famous bakers. These were treats the people downstairs didn't get to eat. "Here, try this!" Roza said happily. "This tea is wonderful," Maureen said gently as she held the delicate teacup. "It tastes great and smells amazing." Maureen had a natural polite grace that money could never buy. Roza smiled warmly. She was usually quiet and distant around others, but with Maureen, she became a cheerful girl again. They had known each other for six years. When Roza first started in fashion design, she had great ideas, but she became famous too fast. Because of that, many people in the industry grew jealous of her. She joined a TV show to make clothes for celebrities, but a famous actress insulted her, and

“I...” “Selene wouldn’t offend anyone unless they offended her first. She didn’t make things difficult for you today.” Damien’s cold eyes fell on Aurora’s pale face. “No matter how much you resent her, she and I are already divorced. We will have nothing to do with each other after Grandma’s birthday, as soon as we finalize the divorce. I hope you will stop finding fault with her. This is my only request to you.” Damien never spoke to Aurora again until the Maybach drove into Vance Manor. Aurora put up with her fiancé’s indifference and secretly cursed Selene. “I’m going upstairs to change.” Damien left with a gloomy expression. Aurora gritted her teeth unwillingly. She did not feel that she had done anything wrong. She thought, ‘Selene was the one who robbed me of my marriage and hogged my man for three whole years! I won’t be able to get rid of the resentment in my heart even if I kill that bitch! So what if I bullied her? Why is Damien protecting her so much?!’

The door swung open. Richard quickly stepped inside, as if he worried that She might suddenly change her mind. "Ah... Getting into your home is no small task. The entry price is certainly high." At that moment, Richard caught sight of the woman standing beneath the warm light, wrapped in a smooth bathrobe. The robe rested loosely around her shape, tied gently at her slim waist. Her cheeks held a soft flush from her recent bath. Richard could not help but stare at her. He swallowed hard. "Mr. Hoffman, where exactly are you looking?" Steven asked, his face dark and his tone sharp. "Everyone enjoys seeing something beautiful. I am simply taking in a masterpiece. It is pure appreciation, nothing more," Richard said, his eyes crinkling into a soft smile. Steven thought to himself, Unbelievable! That is the first time I have heard someone try to excuse a creepy glare in such a polite way! "Is this LAN's work?" Maureen asked, looking directly at the box held tight in Richard's arms.

Strong winds, heavy rain, and purple lightning. Maureen recalled that Damien was standing under the tree just now. What was even worse was that he still called her at this time. Was he really trying to get struck by lightning? “Damien, I won’t go out to see you. Stop calling me and go home!” Maureen’s eyes were red. “I won’t leave until you come out.” Damien’s deep voice sounded determined. “That crazy bastard!” Maureen was livid as she hurried toward the stairs while cursing him. “Ms. Selene!” Maureen did not stop, even when Steven called out to her. Damien clutched his phone tightly and frowned. He stared intently in the direction of the villa door without moving. Finally, the door opened. Damien’s dark eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing became heavier. Maureen put on a jacket and walked toward him with a huge black umbrella. Her hair flew messily, and her body swayed in the strong wind. She looked as if she was about to be blown away. However, she did not look t

The next afternoon, Damien finally woke up from his heavy sleep. That night, the same dream had haunted him over and over again. Damien had been given a difficult task on the battlefield of Kridor. He and fifty other soldiers sneaked into the enemy camp, wiped out the threat, and successfully saved ten hostages. Those enemies were armed with heavy weapons—young recruits who had been trained to fight and use firearms from a very young age. The sand was stained with red. It looked like a living nightmare. Originally, Damien was not assigned to the mission, but he stepped forward voluntarily and joined the frontline group. “Young man, do you have a wife?” –“No.” “You are not married, and you do not have children yet. Why do you want to join this operation? All of us have families back home, so our names will carry on if anything happens to us.” At that time, Damien merely gave a small smile. He did not fear death. “Since I have no family waiting for me, I have nothi