Chapter 139 

At that, she rushed downstairs.

Staring at the untouched soup, I found myself lost in my thoughts. I was born without getting much love and attention in my life, and the “so-called” love that I met was pretty much the same.

In fact, I had never experienced much familial love not to mention romantic love. Hence, I didn’t know much about love, nor have I learned how to love someone.

Grandma adopted me, and she showed me what love and care were in those short years. I regarded her and her care as the figure of love.

On the contrary, John’s extreme behavior, inflexibility, and apathy meant stubbornness to me.

Whereas Macy’s protection and support meant friendship to me.

As for Ashton, in the two years of our married life, he rarely treated me well. I dared not consider those rare moments as romantic love.

It had not been my intention to misinterpret it as love.

I liked Ashton, and that was why I could endure his cold treatment to me in silence. However, that did not mean I could pretend to be a fool who saw his cheap love as true love.

The sky was getting darker, and I was exhausted. Yet, I could not fall asleep despite lying on the bed for quite some time. I had gotten used to sleeping with Macy.

was a gap in my heart. Outside the window, the wind was

the wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated

time I was on the balcony, Ashton had made some

down the stairs to the garden

were tilting to the side by the force of the

plants and I had in common.

not cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been sheltering the sorrow in me,

without ever venting their emotions, so the rain was my chance to

with an umbrella, trying to drag me back to the house. However, she was not as young as me; if

her hands. As she put it on me, she consoled, “Letty, you can’t do this to yourself. Even if you don’t think about

wanted to do was to crouch down

if I were in the best of health, my body would not be able to take it after being in the rain for an

the world spun around

Eriksen’s delighted voice. “Mr.

by the doorway. Then, he walked toward me with a furious look in his

up into his

a gloomy expression on his face.

was back, Mrs. Eriksen no longer intervened

off my clothes and carried me into the

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