Chapter 8
Cade quickly transferred me to another hospital, claiming it was to prevent “irrelevant people” from disturbing me.
But unexpectedly, the “irrelevant people“, Preston, tracked me down the very night of the transfer.
When the door opened, Cade was holding a bowl, spooning chicken soup into my mouth.
Preston froze in the doorway, staring intently at us, his throat working but unable to say a word.
Cade and I exchanged glances and tacitly chose to ignore him.
Preston finally gritted his teeth, walked in with flowers, his voice hoarse: “Aria.”
He stood by the bed, fingers unconsciously tightening: “Can we talk alone?”
“No!” Cade cut him off coldly. “You’re not welcome here.”
Yet Preston ignored his hostility and suddenly dropped to his knees with a “thud” right in front of my bed.
He kept his head down, not even daring to look at me:
“Aria, I was completely wrong these past years. Whether you believe me or not, I want you to know the truth…”
“I’m not interested.” I looked down, voice calm.
Hearing this, his breathing hitched, but he continued anyway, speaking rapidly as if afraid of being interrupted
again:
“Iris’s baby is a posthumous child. It’s not mine.”
“I married her three years ago to rebel against the Blackwell family… All my defending of her since then was out of guilt over that irresponsible shotgun marriage.”
“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
He was already crying as he spoke:
“Aria, I’ve completely cut ties with Iris. Please forgive me, okay?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my throbbing temples. My head was killing me.
Cade immediately understood, gently massaging my head while shooting Preston a sharp look:
“What kind of grown man cries like this? My fiancée needs rest. Take your sob story somewhere else!”
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Chapter 8
But Preston acted as if he hadn’t heard, his dark eyes locked solely on me:
“Aria, as long as you’ll come back with me, I can change anything you don’t like…”
“ENOUGH! I’ve said countless times we’re calling off the engagement. Why do you keep harassing me?! We’re done, get it?”
With that, I grabbed my water glass and hurled it at him. His forehead immediately started bleeding,
But he seemed oblivious to the pain, instead showing a sick smile:
“Aria, if hitting me makes you feel better, go ahead. I don’t mind.”
Suddenly severe pain struck my head, I lost control, grabbing medicine bottles, vases–everything within reach–and hurling them at him.
Preston never dodged or tried to escape, letting blood stain his white shirt collar.
Cade pulled me into his arms, warm lips gently kissing my trembling eyelids:
“Shh, sweetheart, don’t look and you won’t be upset. Sleep now, I’ll watch over you…”
Under Cade’s gentle comfort and the medication’s influence, I gradually calmed down and fell into drowsy sleep.
After gently laying me down and covering me with a blanket, Cade’s face darkened as he grabbed Preston’s tie and roughly dragged him out of the room.
