Chapter 256 Regret

The sudden embrace left Anne stunned for a few seconds.

She could smell a faint hint of cologne on Dante, a scent that was vaguely familiar.

It suddenly dawned on her that a year ago, for Dante's birthday, she had given him a bottle of cologne that smelled just like this.

Back then, they hadn't yet started talking about divorce. After giving him the gift, she noticed he hadn't used it. Gradually, Anne had forgotten about it.

It was only later, during a room cleaning, that she discovered the cologne was still in Dante's closet, unopened, with the ribbon still intact.

The realization had hurt her deeply.

She'd painstakingly chosen that gift over several weeks, wrapping it herself, only to find it shoved away, neglected.

It felt like a slap in the face.

At this moment, in the face of Dante's unexpected declaration of love, Anne felt oddly calm.

Anne no longer wanted to exhaust herself over Dante.

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the response she longed for. That

to realize that it was better

first.

go, even though the process

step back, freeing herself from Dante's embrace, her eyes reflecting a distant

and told me that my injury wasn't an accident-it was orchestrated by Lola. So, I'll be handling the lawsuit myself." Dante looked momentarily stunned, as

It was

she was talking about

situation.

deeply and hoped for a response, but now, I no longer do. Dante,

widened in pain. "How can you stop loving me? Anne, I refuse to accept that! You must love

disregarding the setting of the hospital corridor,

instinctively tried to pull away, but Dante's grip

held her shoulders firmly, pinning her

lips met, and the moment Anne's lips parted, Dante's tongue slid in, hungrily exploring and entwining with

was as though he was trying to melt

struggled instinctively, but he was overwhelming

insistent.

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crossing the line, Anne raised her

can't you understand that? You used to be so arrogant. Now, begging me to love you-don't you find that pathetic? You're Dante,

home were few and far between. Every time I tried to reach him, he was either with that

Once or twice, I could tolerate it, but three years in, I've reached my

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