NovelEnglishChapter 279 We drove in utter silence.
Kester tapped away on his phone and tab. His attention was absorbed in anything but me.
He was almost ignoring my entire existence as if he had already moved past the damage he had caused. I stared out the window, barely blinking, my reflection smudged against the dark glass.
It seemed like luring a fish out of the water and letting die out there. He had just broken the news of us to everyone, pulled the rug out from under my feet, strippingof every loved one I would have turned to for warmth whenever I needed, and now, he was actually ignoring me.
Good thing I had stto reflect on many things, including the anonymous person who hadn't sentany texts for the past two days.
I didn't know if I should be worried or relieved.
The car cto a stop in the parking lot, and the mini convoy that drove with us also cto a halt.
Before Kester could so much as move, I pushed open the door and climbed out. I couldn't stand being near him. I just needed to go into my room, bury my head in the pillows, and cry out my heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut the moment I stepped into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks.
What in the nof Selene is this? My eyes scanned the vast living room.
The entire place was different.
The walls every single one of them were covered with pictures of me.
Paintings. Canvases. Polaroids.
Swere massive, taking up half a wall. Swere so small you could miss them if you weren't looking hard enough. But they were all of me. Everywhere I turned, there I was.
Swere pictures from my phone. There was no need to ask how he got them.
Others were from my old photo albums, while there were sI didn't even remember taking.
A painting ofsitting by a lake with my hair blowing across my face. Can't remember taking that.
A photo oflaughing so hard I had to cover my mouth, caught mid-moment. No memory of it either.
Another one... I was right by the fireplace. Thankfully, I recognized it immediately.
I was seventeen, and it was a sunny afternoon.
I was holding my puppy Zeus the tiny ball of golden fur wriggling in my arms while I grinned like an idiot. However, I gifted her out to a sweet little girl from our pack who loved her as much as I did.
1/2 Chapter 279 Dad had taken that picture right after tellingI needed to stop grewing up so fast.
God, I hadn't thought about that day in years.
My throat closed up.
It was too much.
Too many memories.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmToo many pieces of myself...
I felt him behindbefore I heard him.
When I turned, he was standing just a few steps away with his hands casually stuffed inside his pockets. He was looking atso intently that I almost lost the little composure I had gathered.
"Why...?" My voice cracked, so I cleared my throat and tried again. Why are my pictures everywhere?" Kester's face stayed blank for a second, like he was measuring how much of the truth to give me.
Then he shrugged - just a small, casual roll of his shoulders - and said, "Because you own this house now." His eyes stayed locked on mine. "And because you're the only thing I want to see when I walk through that door." I couldn't breathe.
I didn't know if my heart was supposed to break or beat faster.
I didn't know if I was supposed to smile or run.
I just stood there, blinking at him, while the backs of my eyes burned with unshed tears.
He looked so calm about it, like what he said was the most obvious thing the most in the world. I hugged my arms around myself, feeling like I was splitting apart.
My voice cout smaller and weaker this time. "Why are you doing this, Kesterwhis "Why can't you just letgo? Why are you trying so hard to cross the line?" Chapter Comments Visitor POST COMMENT
just when I cannot stand gim anymore you turn around and don that. it is a good start but not enough. il hope we see more of this side of him being gentle and vulnerablea... Visitor Such a good chapter!
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