No Wife, No Life Chapter 119

Harper felt a tightness in her chest, and a deeper wave of sorrow washed over her.

She looked at Dennis, who stood before her with his handsome yet indifferent demeanor, and found herself at a loss for words.

Maybe he was right. Even without her help, Dennis could still go far on his own.

"Okay, I get it." She didn't show much emotion, just smiled gently and spoke softly.

Then, without saying anything more, she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Back in her own room, she couldn't hold back the nausea any longer and rushed to the bathroom, dry heaving for a while.

She braced herself against the sink, her tear-filled eyes staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Her makeup was still flawless, but her eyes were red.

Her tears fell one by one, splashing into the sink.

Finally, she broke down and cried.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once said, "He who has never wept bitterly knows not what it is to be human."

The bright days and the lonely nights—this was how she had lived all these years.

She was truly heartbroken. If she could, she would have downed a bottle of wine to drown her sorrows.

But she couldn't. She had a baby growing inside her, and she couldn't be irresponsible.

She had experienced this kind of sadness and loneliness before, when she was eight years old.

She had seen her mother, Alvina, lying peacefully on the big bed, wearing her favorite dress, looking as if she were just asleep.

But Alvina would never wake up again, no matter how much Harper called out to her.

Alvina had taken her own life, swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills.

That day, Harper sat upon the floor, silent tears streaming down her face, though no sob escaped her lips.

Her grief was silent, her suffering unspoken.

From that moment on, she knew she had to rely on herself. No one would help her; she could only depend on herself.

In these years, no matter how formidable the challenges, she had prevailed through her own resilience. But still, why did she feel so sad?

She wanted to call Molly and pour out her grievances, but when she took out her phone, she put it down again.

Molly was probably still working late, and Harper didn't want to bother her with her own problems.

She wasn't the type to trouble others. She wasn't the type to use others as emotional dumping grounds.

After a while, her tears stopped.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face, as if doing so would wash away her pain and make it disappear.

Slowly, she walked out of the bathroom, feeling utterly exhausted.

Just as she was about to lie down on the bed, her phone rang. It was a video call from Caden.

But her eyes were swollen—how could she let him see her like this?

She declined the call.

Soon, Caden called again, this time with a voice call.

Harper cleared her throat and answered.Caden asked, "Did you cry? Do you need a hug?"

Harper had just managed to steady her emotions, but when she heard his gentle words, she found herself gripping her phone tightly, and the tears she had been holding back began to spill over.

She had always considered the need for a pillar of support to be utterly absurd, believing herself capable of handling everything independently.

But now, someone was telling her it was okay, that she could lean on him.

Though the sentence was simple, it stirred endless sadness within her.

"Caden, stop talking nonsense. I didn't cry." She forced herself to say.

"Alright, you didn't cry. It's just the rain making the pearls wet."

His voice was gentle, like a soft breeze brushing past her ear. "Beautiful pearl, please open the door. Vance has been downstairs laughing at me for a while now."

Harper froze, momentarily forgetting to wipe away her tears.

She opened the door and saw Caden sitting in his wheelchair, holding his phone in one hand and her favorite drink in the other.

The moment he saw her, his eyes crinkled with a smile.

The light from inside the room shone on his face, casting a warm, gentle glow.

For a moment, Harper just stared at him, dazed.

Caden chuckled softly. "Miss Pearl, do you need a big hug?"

Harper still didn't move.

He sighed softly and then, astonishingly, braced himself on the arms of his wheelchair and slowly stood up.

With measured, deliberate steps, he moved forward towards her, casually placing the drink he held on the table near the doorway.

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Her head rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

His heartbeat was strong, radiating warmth.

Before coming, he seemed to have freshened up, carrying a faint scent of cologne.

"Princess Harper, can't you take one step towards me?"

He paused, his gaze fixed on her red eyes, his voice even softer.

"If not, I will have no choice but to walk step by step until I reach you."

His eyes were filled with warmth, almost overflowing with affection.

He held her gently, resting his chin on her head, nuzzling her like a cat, warm and ticklish.

"Princess Harper, still not talking? Or do you need me to kiss you?"

Maybe he really thought of her as a fairy tale princess, believing that a kiss would wake her up.

Harper asked, "Caden, are you acting with me again?"

He always loved to act, so it was no wonder she asked.

He laughed. "How should I answer that? You should know, I've gotten this far in life by acting and scheming."

He paused, his tone even softer. "But the scheming is real, and so is my concern for you. Does that answer satisfy you?"

Given his family background, it was impossible for him to get this far without scheming and strategizing.

It was impossible for him to wholeheartedly devote himself to one person.

He was used to considering his own interests first, what he could gain, what the other person could gain, and whether he was the one benefiting the most.

But this time, he was genuinely worried about her.

He couldn't help but want to see her, to be with her, to comfort her.

For the first time in his life, he was genuinely concerned about someone without any reservations.

"Fine, even if it's acting, I'll accept it." Harper said softly.

When he said those words, the only person she could think of was Caden. It had to be Caden, no one else.

"I'm not acting; I indeed care about you."

He lowered his head, his long eyes fixed on Harper. "I'm going to kiss you now."