NovelEnglishChapter 221: He Hopes She Will Forget
Chapter 221: He Hopes She Will Forget
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
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| entered the restaurant in the evening, surprised to find only Marcus waiting for me. The private dining chamber
was empty of other guests.
He stood in the dim lamplight wearing a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his wrists, lighting candles on
the table. Behind him, floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the city’s enchanting nighttsilhouette, neon lights
reflecting against the darkness.
In the past, such a romantic scene might have moved me. Now | only felt puzzled.
| slowed my pace and walked to my seat. “What does this mean?”
Marcus extinguished the candle in his hand and smiled faintly. “It’s been a long tsince we had a proper meal
alone together. | thought being formal would be better.”
“Such formality isn’t necessary,” | replied, keeping my voice neutral.
He hummed in agreement, then added, “Perhaps this is my last time?”
His words stunned me. Was he trying to gain my sympathy? | pulled out my chair and sat
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down.
“You don’t have a fatal disease,” | retorted. “Don’t talk as if you're about to die.”
Marcus laughed, his golden eyes catching the candlelight. “Can | understand that to mean you couldn't bear to
seedie?”
| dismissed him with a wave of my hand. “You're boring.” | called a server over to order while Marcus watched
During the meal, | noticed Marcus barely touched his venison. He looked up at me, h expression unreadable.
“Over these years, we never had a proper date, did we?” he observed.
| paused, fork halfway to my mouth, without immediately responding.
He continued methodically cutting his meat. “I used to think we could make up for it when we went on vacation,
but unfortunately, we never went.”
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“What are you trying to say?” | asked, setting my fork down.
“I still owe you a proper mating ceremony,” he answered, his voice low.
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The mention of a mating ceremony darkened my mood instantly. | put down my chopsticks and stared at him.
“Is this what you wanted to telltonight?”
When he didn’t answer, | took it as confirmation and smiled bitterly. “In this world, sthings cannot be made
up for, Marcus. Scars on the human heart cannot be erased.”
Marcus's fingertips turned white as he gripped his utensils. He forced out a “hmm” in a low, hoarse voice.
“But | still hope you can forget the unpleasantness of the past,” he added, not meeting my eyes.
| dropped my smile and leaned forward. “What gives you the right to askto forget?”
Marcus looked atintently, his golden eyes burning with an emotion | couldn’t name. “I hope you will forget.”
“Unless what happened before never occurred,” | replied firmly, “otherwise, | will never forget.”
Having lost my appetite, | stood up and left without finishing my meal. Marcus pressed his thin lips together
tightly and didn’t try to stop me.
Two days later, | submitted the evidence provided by Rachel Thompson to the Southern Territory Pack
Enforcement Division.
When officers reviewed the surveillance footage, one of them frowned. “Why didn’t you report the crime
immediately after it happened?”
“There was no evidence at that time,” | explained, keeping my voice steady.
The enforcement officers exchanged glances before turning back to me. “Since the indent didn’t occur within our
jurisdiction, we'll contact the Central Territory enforcement station for investigation. If the facts are verified, we'll
handle the cases together.”
As | was about to leave, a man in a dark suit approached the front desk. He showed his credentials to the officer
on duty.
“I'm Detective Morgan,” he said, his voice authoritative. “I'm inquiring about a suspect named Sophia Rivers who
was brought in for violating commercial secrets.”
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The officer nodded. “Yes, she’s in custody.”
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Detective Morgan's expression hardened. “This woman is involved in a murder case. Anyone who dares to grant
her bail will face punishment.”
| felt a wave of relief wash over me. Sophia wouldn't be released anytsoon.
(Sophia Rivers’s POV)
| sat on the hard bench in the detention cell, waiting impatiently for Hazel Green to cfor me. She had
connections in the enforcement division and had helped cover up David Blackthorne’s incident. Surely she could
getreleased on bail.
The detention cell housed three other women. | avoided eye contact, keeping to myself.
An older short-haired woman sizedup from across the cell. Her eyes were calculating, her posture
suggesting she was used to this environment.
“Hey,” she called out, her voice rough. “I heard you're quite capable, that you once bribed people in the station
to get someone crippled?”
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