Side Chick Era... Over

Chapter 868

Thomas was silent for a few seconds before he finally spoke.

“No. Actually… I’m rather happy.”

But despite his words, Sharon saw not the slightest trace of joy on his face.

She knew this was his private matter, something she had no right to probe. Yet, considering how many times he had saved her, it felt wrong to turn a blind eye.

So she asked softly, “Thomas, did you… remember something?”

It was the only explanation for his strange behavior-he must have recalled something from the past.

His hand, steady on the steering wheel, faltered ever so slightly. “Something like that.”

“Would you mind telling me?” she continued gently. “Maybe I could give you some advice. Of course, if it’s inconvenient, it’s fine too.”

The car fell into silence. Even the air seemed to still.

Sharon assumed he didn’t want to talk and didn’t press further. She turned her face toward the blur of scenery rushing past the window, her thoughts drifting to the upcoming international competition.

found the person I’ve been searching for all

handsome face, caught between the flickering shadows of passing streetlights, looked alternately

image of

curiosity, she said, “That sounds like good news. So why do you

his usual warmth. “In truth,

felt suffocating. Darkness pressed in from all sides, my mind on the verge of collapse. I

even thought

his confession, Sharon didn’t recoil in fear. She

shadows. Her despair hadn’t been

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of madness, the same sense of

call him cruel. If she had suffered the same wounds he carried, perhaps she

an elder sister’s, slipped into

on the road. “Afterward, I met someone playing the violin

bloodlust, driven to the brink of losing control. He had already accepted that his fate would mirror that of every Ferrero family head before him- either insanity or death at the hands of his own

froze for

he loved