eet If We Died

Chapter 368: I’d be Very Upset if We Died

“Oh, Claire!” Julia‘ face flushed with embarrassment as she clutched Claire’s hand, pleadingly

looking at her. “It was really me. It really was…”

Frederick, who had remained silent until now, slowly stood up, brushing sand off his trousers. He then raised his head, glancing first at Claire and finally resting his gaze on Julia. With a slight purse of his lips, he spoke earnestly. “Yes, I saw her shivering with cold and felt a pang of

sympathy.”

Julia was stunned, and Claire was equally taken aback. Sympathy – what an aptly chosen word!

Claire’s eyes widened with surprise and delight. “Fred, what did you just say? I didn’t catch that.”

Sean chuckled softly, walking over to stand beside Frederick, a teasing smile on his lips as he

looked at him.

Julia was almost frozen in shock, staring blankly at Frederick, overwhelmed by the sudden wave of

happiness.

Frederick tilted his head slightly, hands in his pockets, standing upright as he faced Julia again, repeating. “Seeing her cold, I felt sympathy.”

Claire burst into laughter, resembling a joyous little bee, and ran over to Sean. She leaned on Sean’s shoulder, laughing, “Sean, Fred said he felt sympathy!”

Sean nodded, “Yes, I heard. It’s quite rare.”

Σ

rare, it was a once–in–a–lifetime event! Frederick’s past affection for Winona Summers was a vague memory for Sean, who was younger at the time. After that, Frederick lived a life

knew this, she would probably wake up laughing from her

then took Sean’s hand and walked away,

who was still in a daze, staring at him like

Very Upset if

privacy.

to 30% off

alone. Frederick walked over to Julia, who was still in

bewildered eyes,

a woman as intelligent and bold as Winona

demeanor endearing.

on her head, looking down at her wide,

on this island or if we’ll even make it

our last stand, I don’t want you to

eyes, mouth agape. “I’d

you prevent that

too

throat and tried a different approach, “Julia, compared to dying, which

our lives like before, or passing away

grew more melancholic. Her

as she slowly shook her head, “Both options would be heartrending. But what saddens

unloved. When I look at

wasted my best years

realized that confessing feelings was indeed a challenging affair.

story, he

head to

die here, my biggest regret would

that I might waste your youth, so I’ve been repressing

I am quite

at Frederick, his sincerity and his words hitting

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255