Chapter 543: Waiting Turns Out to Be Torturing

Her kind words only earned Cheyenne a wave of mockery from Leon.

"Young girls are naive. In influential families like ours, interests come before everything else."

"What does it matter if Omari doesn't like her? What does it matter if he does? As long as Miss Weaver doesn't call off the wedding, Omari must marry her."

"Emotions, for wealthy people like us, are dispensable."

One who achieved great things could not waver in their personal affairs, hesitating and being indecisive.

Cheyenne retorted without giving him any respect, her words dripping with disdain. She asked, "Does that include you, Mr. Lara? You abandoned Mr. Lara's mother... Have you ever regretted it?"

Listening to her using her own past to provoke him, Leon became agitated. Unintentionally, an image of a radiant smiling face came to his mind.

She gazed at him, her eyes tender, and called him "Leon" in a sweet voice.

In an instant, the dim and outdated rented room transformed, and on a worn-out table lay a cracked, dark pottery jar.

The person he loved most lay silently inside, never to be seen or heard again.

Had he ever regretted it?

Leon didn't know.

When he heard she passed away due to illness, his world seemed to collapse. He always felt like something was missing by his side.

But how heartless she was, not even appearing in his dream in the many years since her death.

With the passage of time, Leon almost forgot what she looked like, only her name engraved deep in his memory.

Every time he remembered, his heart ached.

He felt like a hedgehog suddenly stripped of its spines, wanting to hide back within his own shell.

to do with you, Miss Lawrence. Just remember, don't bother

an old man? You say what you want, and I'll do what I want. As

angry that he hung up the phone

young girl was truly arrogant and

Akloit Airport, Terminal 1.

early morning, the hall was already filled with people. There were young couples reluctant to part, families of three warmly advising each other, and

and clung to his body, and

hair. His bloodshot charming eyes, different from the rest,

and snatched her cane from her hands. But when he saw her husband walking unsteadily, swaying, she quickly

a deep envy

couples in love, but how many could stay together

him that she hoped he would live an ordinary life and find a girl who truly loved him with whom he could spend the years she would be absent for. Omari had grown up and

was willing to live an ordinary, normal

on his knee and lightly tapped it.

displayed time showed 7:30

half an

have to

will wait for

never

wished time would slow down, even just a little

of alcohol His head throbbed

strength, exhausted and powerless.

drooped, and he intended to wait for Cheyenne's

up his cheek,

resting on the

the morning calm, so silent that not even

him, time silently passed by, uncaring for

and unusual voice echoed through

"Attention passengers of flight

to Singapore from Akloit Airport. The flight is about to depart. Please proceed to obtain

the waiting area

a serene old monk, remained seated in his own spot, his eyes

crowd surged, coming and

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