His Love For Me Came Too Late Novels & Stories

“I didn’t mean—” “Too late, my love,” he murmured, his thumb sliding along my jaw.

“He spent two years convincing himself you didn't matter but the second he thought someone else might love you... he couldn't stand it.” I looked away. “That's not love.” “No,” Marcus agreed. “It isn't.” The word echoed inside me,Love. I had chased it for two years,cooked dinners hoping he'd stay home,learned how he liked his coffee,remembered every anniversary, every meeting, every birthday of people he barely remembered himself. I'd become an expert in loving someone who had never asked for my love,yet the one thing I'd never received in return... was love itself.

“I thought it was the illness. Now that I think about it, she might never have been happy.” “Then, why do the same to me?” I asked Raymond. “Because I don’t know how else to be!” he said. His voice was strained with helplessness. “Cara, this is the only way I’ve ever known how to love someone for the past thirty years. I don’t know what the right way is.” His voice echoed in the hallway. I had never seen him lose control like that. He seemed vulnerable. I slowly slid down to sit on the floor. My back was against the door.

I stared at her , she remained still. She didn't push my hand away,neither did she try to step away. “ Don't say it.” Her voice broke. I turned her to face me,and gently cupped her cheeks.” I love you … I should have told you sooner but it's never too late.” Her shoulders vibrated as her eyes watered.” It's too late…you're getting married.” I placed a kiss on her forehead.” It's all part of the process…..I want you to trust me,please.” There was desperation in my voice as I spoke.

Countless classmates and colleagues came, saying that I had been the most hardworking and talented researcher. My family never knew this side of me before. I had always been the jealous and troublesome daughter in their eyes. Ian knelt before my grave overnight without getting up. "I was wrong, Winona… I was terribly wrong… I thought I didn't love you, but I know now that I'm nothing without you. Please come back. You can be angry at me, yell at me, and hate me… Just come back…" he begged. However, I could never return. My mother placed a plate of mango tarts. They were my favorite when I was a child.

I continued, "When I was very young, my father passed away, and my mom raised me on her own. But she always favored my brother. I grew up with very little love, always feeling insecure and sensitive. I was afraid to promise myself to anyone. “But you were so good to me back then—you brought me breakfast every day, helped me with my presentations, and surprised me with little thoughtful gifts. You even won over my mom and earned the respect of my brother. You promised me you’d work hard to give me all the love I had missed…” Seth listened quietly, his eyes growing redder with every word until he couldn’t hold back his tears, covering his face as he began to sob. I ignored his reaction and con

He is trying to be normal in front of us, but the awkwardness between him and Cassandra can’t be denied. We transferred to the VIP room has a couch, flat-screen tv, and karaoke. Nixon starts singing, and I suddenly remember Royce, and our memories together. I know I'm hard to be with, but he makes me feel like I am capable of being with someone. He is so fun, and lively. Even though I'm in London and our relationship is long distance, he always makes an effort to visit me there. Checking if I'm doing good that's how I fall for him. But he plans everything and he uses me. I drink another shot of tequila and take another again until I get alcohol occupied.

He stammered. He is cute and hot, he is the best. Even if he told me to stop it's impossible now. I can't stop. Eventually, we reached the peak we both had. "I love you, Ian. I love you so much." "Nate." "I'm sorry." "Nate." "Sorry for being late. I let them hurt you." "It's not your fault. It's mine wrong." "I wish I had come earlier." "It's fine. I hope you don't change your mind about me."

I tried to push him back but he came closer to my lips and kissed me lightly in the corner of my lips. It was just a 2 min kiss and he loosened his grip and hugged me tightly in his arms and said in low voice " I love you Caroline......" Tears welled in my eyes and a drop fell into his finger ... He stepped back and held my chin with gentle force and asked me in a low voice "Do you still love me?...." The room was filled with a tension and a long silence . I took my courage to break the silence and suppressed the bitterness in my heart and told him " It's too late Mr.Xi"