Victor's face turned grim.
Rachel squinted at him and said, "Even if Miss Salazar wouldn't mind, I would. I'm not going to live in someone else's house."
"Are you jealous?" he asked.
'Jealous?' Rachel thought with disgust. Those words made her eyes turn even more frigid. "What part of my sentence made you
think that? I am not jealous."
Victor frowned and explained, "Well, if you don't mind my relationship with Susan, I—"
"I don't care," Rachel replied, interrupting him midsentence. "Your relationship with Susan, and whatever you've said and done
with her has nothing to do with me. Why would I even care?"
Victor was rendered speechless.
"I wanted to talk to you about this once you're discharged from the hospital, but it seems if I don't make myself clear, I'm unable
discuss two things with you."
"And that would be what?" asked Victor.
Instead of answering right away, she walked to the sofa and sat down. A few moments later, she said, "The first thing I want to
discuss is the BeGroup's shares. I want to buy your shares of the company. And as for the price, as long as it's within a
reasonable range, I'm willing to buy them at asking price."
Victor remained undaunted, but he pressed his lips together and his jaw tightened.
"What's the other thing?" "It's about the nature of our relationship. We should've made things clear four years ago, but we're way
past that not. As a matter of fact, I've already tried to make a clean break with you back then, but you might not be able to
remember it, considering you just went through an operation. Thus, I'll repeat i
t again. We've been broken up four years ago, so I hope that you and I will never have any connection ever again." Rachel
spoke in a calm and clear voice.
"Are you really going to break off all ties with me?" Victor's heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe. It was as if a hole
had been punctured in his heart, and blood was gushing from there.
He stared at her face, trying to search for ssort of answer.
But sadly, there was nothing. Her eyes were still as beautiful as the stars above, but there was no more love for him; not even a
shred of pity.
Rachel appeared to be relieved now that she had said her piece and shut Victor out of her heart forever.
"Haven't we already broken up four years ago? Remember, I received a divorce agreement from you during my twenty-fourth
birthday?" she asked. "Isn't this what you wanted? Four years ago, we were still in each other's life because of our child. But now
that we don't have a child anymore, and I heard that you're about to get married, I believe whatever it was between us is already
gone."
Even though four years had passed since then, when she mentioned their child, Victor was overwhelmed by pain.
And as soon as Rachel looked at him, she saw the regret and sadness on his face, leaving her stunned.
'Is he thinking of our child? Why does he look like he regrets something? What is it that he feels remorse over?'
However, the look on his face disappeared so quickly that Rachel couldn't figure it out in time. She pressed her lips, clenching
the wishing pendant in her pocket. The sharp corner of the pendant nicked into her palm, bringing her back to her senses.
A moment later, Victor broke the silence. "What if this isn't what I want?"