Chapter 13
Three years later, Kayson once again became the center of attention.
But unexpectedly, there was no expression on his face.
Those imagined emotions of anger, disappointment, pain, and embarrassment from others did not
show the slightest bit.
Some,
it is only the relief after the passing of a thousand sails, and the calmness as the curtain falls.
Through the vast crowd, he watched the person on the stage whose face had turned pale.
The woman whom he loved for many years but could never have.
The bride who left him alone at the wedding scene.
At this moment, it suddenly became incredibly unfamiliar.
It seemed like he had met her for the first time.
But he had known her for eighteen years.
“I listened to every word without missing a single one, thank you for not continuing to deceive me,
and finally telling me the truth, Luella.”
Amidst countless whispers, Kayson’s voice remained calm and indifferent.
It didn’t seem like a confrontation, but rather like discussing today’s weather.
Several brothers on the stage looked at him in this way, suddenly recalling the scene three years ago when Greta first appeared in front of them.
The same expression, the same tone, the same number of words–just like now.
“I am currently single, and if you don’t mind, I could become your bride, Kayson.”
After calmly delivering this sentence to the whole audience, Kayson lowered his eyes and a faint
smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He also remembered Greta.
Until this moment, he finally understood that day Greta stood by his side under what kind of
pressure.
So cautious and silent, a person who can go to such an extent for him.
I took him three years to finally realize her grand and passionate love.
Fortunately, there was still time for everything.
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Kayson no longer wasted time on these unworthy matters,
He turned around and left without hesitation.
Step by step, walked with unwavering determination.
After getting back into the car, Kayson opened his phone and sent out the message that he hadn’t had a chance to send yet.
Ding dong, he thought Greta replied to the message instantly and lowered his eyes.
Amidst a sea of white and green, that red exclamation mark stood out particularly.
He looked at the friend request verification prompt below and blinked his eyes rapidly.
The note in the center of the screen and the avatar on the left side were both confirmed to be
correct.
It is Greta herself.
But why did she block and delete herself for no reason?
Kayson couldn’t understand.
He sent a few more messages, and he was still in a blocked state.
His dead calm heart lake rippled with countless circles of ripples.
Reason told him that something must have happened.
Emotions were palpable but reason was desperately being suppressed, attempting to calm him down with other justifications.
This morning, she still sent him off like before, her face looked normal, and she even waved goodbye to him.
Maybe it was just a mistake?
Kayson worked hard on his self–improvement.
But the speeding car, with the accelerator pressed to the floor, betrayed his frantic heart.
He ran through ten red lights before getting back home before dark.
The house remained just as empty as when he left.
It was deserted, unlike the way it used to be at home.
He saw the kitchen light on and thought Greta was cooking a sobering soup inside, so he rushed in. There was indeed soup being cooked on the stove, but it was the nanny who was watching the fire.
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Seeing him, she quickly bowed and clumsily poured a bowl of soup to hand it over.
Kayson didn’t drink alcohol, but he still took a small sip.
The hot soup entered his mouth, but it wasn’t the taste he was accustomed to.
Kayson furrowed his brow.
“Wasn’t the hangover soup made by the lady?”
The young nanny’s clear eyes suddenly widened to their fullest, and she nervously apologized.
“Yes, I’m sorry, sir. The lady taught me how to cook the soup before she moved out, but I didn’t write it down. Please wait a moment, I will immediately make a new one for you.”
In this paragraph, Kayson only heard four words.
Before moving out.
His pounding heart plummeted straight down to the bottom of the boundless darkness of the lake.
“When did you move out?”
“This morning, after you left.”
