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Chapter 309 Mr Tate, I’m Going to Pursue You

At that instant, Milly broke into a sudden smile, yet her eyes grew increasingly reddened, brimming with

SOLTOW

George stayed mute, lying calmly on the bed, watching her intently, as though anticipating her next words.

She paused to inhale deeply before continuing. “I’m feeling somewhat perplexed about your feelings towards me. You once expressed liking me, then later claimed you didn’t.

“Remember when you left last time? I mentioned that, we should talk about the bracelet and where we stand when we next meet. But now, with your memory loss, you don’t recall any of it. I’m considering whether it’s right to give you back your freedom at this point, since forgetting seems to be your answer already. It feels wrong to exploit your vulnerability.

“So, George, what are your thoughts?”

Milly tilted her head and smiled at George, who sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for his reply.

George also looked at her, his eyes remaining icy and indifferent, like ice, cold and merciless, causing a chill and fear.

Granting freedom…

Those words expressed her intentions clearly. Once intertwined in the crowd, now parted, returning to the wide world, no longer consumed with thoughts of each other day and night. I made a vow for you and now I grant you freedom–to roam with the wind, the waves, and the sky, but not with me.

George stared at her, trying to penetrate her soul. His eyes were now deeper and more enigmatic than ever, emanating an incomprehensible darkness that caused a chill down her spine.

Just as he prepared to speak, he noticed Milly standing before he rose and looking down at him in the hospital bed. “Since Mr. Tate seems reluctant to respond, may I speak on your behalf?”

Mr. Tate…

George’s lips tightened slightly. She called me Mr. Tate? It was indeed a distant address, and it made him feel uncomfortable.

to distance yourself from me. Calling me Mr. Tate is a

heart, causing it to tremble uncontrollably. George, usually composed even under the threat of a gun to his

simply lying on the

was amused by his response, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at him, her manner

she criticised others for being domineering and assertive, but now she herself appeared

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than the

I say I was pursuing you? That was just a notice, not a question,

arched an eyebrow, bemused

you explain why

Little Prince cannot endure solitude and longs for the rose on Earth. He’d rather face physical destruction than leave his rose alone. He frets over the well–being of the rose in his absence. He requires a sheep, but it must be equipped with a muzzle. Only then

what does that

believe you are my

time about her feelings for George. Was he just a friend, or

pondering, she realised they could never be

can misguide, and words can deceive, but the body’s physical responses do not lie. When she found out that George was gravely injured and unconscious, it felt as

one to be melodramatic or hesitant. Once she recognised her emotions, she was

in his eyes, and a slow smile forming on his lips. “You… cough,

her, but forgetting his severe injury, he doubled over in pain, holding his

back, asking, “Are you alright? Do

I suspected your malicious intent

Scarface stood

managed to make

grazing her previously injured hand, causing her to flinch in pain but

to ensure George was alright, she remarked, “I’ll go now. I’ll return