The Wedding That Never Was Chapter 35

Adrian looked at her quietly, his body sinking into the embrace of the wheelchair. It seemed he had been sitting here, watching, for a long, long time.

No matter how many shocked and complex emotions rotated in Ilara's eyes, he maintained this posture.

His gaze clung tightly to Ilara's cheek, his obsession undisguised.

The reflection in his pupils seemed to have stayed there for a lifetime... He couldn't get enough of it.

I closed my eyes. My eyelashes cast fluttering shadows on my skin. My voice was surprisingly calm.

"Why should I visit you?"

"I didn't ask you to kill yourself, Adrian. Every debt has its debtor. Are you trying to threaten me with that?"

Adrian seemed frozen in that wheelchair, not raising his eyes to look at me for a long time.

But I couldn't pity this devil disguised as a god.

I sneered in my heart. My bone-chilling gaze swept Adrian from head to toe. Miraculously, it comforted him.

Maybe because Ilara in his memory used to look for injuries all over his body like this.

Although the expression was different, it was her after all...

That was enough.

"So, what exactly do you want to do?" I asked. My voice revealed the anger ignited under the cracked indifference.

I didn't want to see him immersed in memories anymore.

Such an expression was pitiful and tragic only on the victim. When the perpetrator did it, it only appeared fake and disgusting.

Just like a scavenger that is forever greedy for blood and plunder. But I had already dedicated my heart and flesh once.

Where did Adrian get the nerve to act so pretentiously in front of me?

I already knew the answer to this question in my heart.

The successful Mr. Hayes broke away from the shackles of his family and didn't need to spend his life with an unmatched woman.

So those jackal eyes turned to me, the old love that should have been abandoned long ago.

Delusionally hoping that this rich flower, worthy of him and whose appearance pleased him, would willingly pin herself to his chest again.

The most important point was that it could fulfill Mr. Hayes's infatuation.

"Don't look at me like that... Ilara." Under my gaze, the tip of Adrian's heart hurt to the point of suffocation, but he was still smiling.

"I can't just watch you marry someone else..."

"So you kidnapped me here..."

"You want it, so you must get it, right?"

I cruelly tore off his hypocritical mask.

"Mr. Hayes, I lived with you for so many years. Even if there was no merit, there was hard work, right?"

"Every time you finished a mission, didn't I risk being discovered by fans and reporters to pick you up personally?"

"But you said back then, it wasn't necessary."

"Because you thought sending me home was troublesome, even though I bought a house opposite your base."

"This is your real thought, Mr. Hayes. To you, I am just a trouble."

I turned my face slightly. Sweat soaked a few strands of long hair and stuck them to my cheek. The beautiful dress I carefully selected was already messy.

In front of fans, I never had such an undignified side.

But I always broke the rules with Adrian, whether voluntarily or forced.

I no longer feared angering him. My bound wrists chafed against the restraints, breaking the tender skin.

A line of blood slid silently into my sleeve. My expression remained unchanged, continuing to list Adrian's crimes.

Word by word, like wedges driven into Adrian's self-righteous love.

All the illusions he thought were beautiful shattered like bubbles before his eyes. In every scene, only a scarred Ilara remained.

His words, his actions.

His broken promises, his rejections.

Adrian lowered his head in a trance, only to see that the woman he loved deeply was already streaming with tears.