Facade of Love

Chapter 181 Then Let’s Be Friends From Now On

I took a deep breath and continued with a slight smile. “I’m only in my mid–twenties, still in the prime of my life. There are things I want to do, people I want to meet, scenery I want to see, and dreams I want to fulfill. So, I’ve come to terms with it. I won’t let those resentments entangle me for the rest of my life. I want to live well. Idris, I moved on a long time ago. You don’t owe me anything.”

He looked at me, his dark eyes deep and restrained, unfathomable like the ocean. I could not decipher the emotions in his gaze, so I just waited calmly for him to speak.

After a while, his voice sounded somewhat hoarse. “So, have you let go of me too?”

My b*dy involuntarily stiffened for a moment, then I laughed and looked up at him, my eyes clear and straightforward, nodding. “In a way, yes, but not entirely. I once thought I loved you, or at least liked you. But upon reflection, perhaps it wasn’t liking, let alone love. I’ve seen my parents‘ affection and other people’s love, but ours was never like that. So, I thought about it, and what I felt for you might have just been… dependency.”

“Dependency?” he questioned, frowning.

I nodded, maintaining my straightforward gaze. “Yes. I once read in a book that if a woman truly loves a man, she can’t tolerate any flaws in him. She wouldn’t allow the existence of close female friends or some life–saving benefactors, nor would she be too understanding in his life, or keep things from him, not thinking of him. Idris, I don’t understand why you are suddenly so fixated on our relationship. Maybe it’s because you know I once saved you and you want to repay the favor or make amends. But I can tell you clearly that that’s not necessary. If possible, let’s just be friends, or better yet, strangers.”

The air was filled with a prolonged silence. I was not sure if I had managed to convey my thoughts clearly or whether he understood them, but I had said what I wanted to.

spoke, his voice still low. “What if my persistence isn’t due to gratitude or a desire to make amends?”

frowned, momentarily confused. “Not

Scotts had some wealth, it was nothing compared to the Youngs‘ assets. He probably would

fixated on our relationship due to a sense of obligation or a desire to make

at him,

his l*ps tightly pressed together,

he

you said we could be friends, what kind

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struggling to keep up with his train of thought. After a few

Then Let’s Be Friends From

who greet each other when they meet,

oddly silent.

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