NovelEnglishChapter 212 The complexity in Leanne's expression deepened as she processed his words. "You really don't have to do this," she said, a touch of earnestness in her voice.
"I know I don't. But everything I do is out of my own free will." "I haven't finalized my divorce with Curtis yet. It might drag on for who knows how long. Keeping your distance might be better for you." "I never planned on getting between you two. That's why I never dared to pursue you, not even brave enough to send you a single rose, fearing it might offend you.
Jeremy looked into her eyes with a seriousness that was palpable. "You really don't have to feel any burden. Just think ofas a regular friend, that's all. At the very least, don't depriveof the right to hold you dear, okay?" Leanne was speechless, genuinely at a loss for words.
Jeremy raised his hand as if he wanted to gently touch her hair but hesitated and pulled back halfway, "Goodnight, Leanne." "...Goodnight." Leanne felt like her, mind was a tangled mess.
Had she never met Curtis, perhaps Jeremy could have been a very good match.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA gentleman, attentive, knowing when to advance or retreat, always prioritizing her feelings.
Respect and care were precisely what she once yearned for.
Unfortunately, Curtis had been the variable in her life that she encountered first.
Turning around, Leanne started walking back.
Suddenly, a chilling voice emerged from the side, "What a touching speech." She got frightened, instinctively stepping back, only to see a dark figure perched on the edge of a flowerbed by the entrance.
Realizing whose voice it was, the panic that had risen to her throat subsided.
"Are you out of your mind?" she said, her hand clutching her chest from the shock.
Curtis was sprawled lazily on the flowerbed, his figure nearly blending into the shadows of the night.
"Yeah, you know, I'm a psycho." "What are you doing sitting out here?" Leanne frowned.
Curtis pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew one, and Chapter 212 responded emotionlessly, "Enjoying the night view." Who would sit outside a hospital in the dead of night on Christmas Eve to enjoy the night view? Leanne noticed a box placed next to him, tall and exquisite, tied with a ribbon, its transparent sides barely revealing the shape of a pink frosted cake in the darkness.
She remembered the grand fireworks display that had just ended.
The sChristmas Eve, the shospital entrance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis year, there was no snow, and they were no longer in love.
The wind was strong, whipping Leanne's hair around her face, seemingly mirroring the turmoil within her.
He had come, but why hadn't he gone up? Leanne thought fora moment, then forced herself to stop, not En.
wanting to dwell on it any longer. As she turned to leave, the flick of a lighter sounded, and Curtis called her nagain, "Leanne." Sitting in the half-light, his tall figure somehow seemed defeated.
With a cigarette between his lips, his voice sounded listless, his emotions obscure, "If we got divorced, would you accept him?" Perhaps it was the play of light and shadow, but his expression seemed pained.
"That's none of your business," Leanne said.
Curtis' gaze lingered on her indifferent expression, feeling ann uncomfortable pahoin heart, eyes, and lips. He quipped, "Can't I be curious?" You must be really bored."
"He'd rather be given mixed signals even if it means being strung along, all for you. How devoted. Are you ve going to cry from being moved when you get back?" The sarcasm was evident in Curtis' voice, "You're such a crybaby, afterall." 08.201
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