Chapter 1188 - 622: Extra Story: The Big Bad Wolf Lets Go of the Little White Rabbit Again

Chapter 1188: Chapter 622: Extra Story: The Big Bad Wolf Lets Go of the Little White Rabbit Again

Chester’s gaze dimmed into desolation. "Claud Laurence is someone you can entrust yourself to. I know very clearly that if you’re with him, he’ll definitely be able to give you a kind of happiness the whole world would envy. He asked me to stay away from you, to return to you a quiet world, to let him smooth out the hurt I brought you... Back then I was sunk in despair and decadence, yet I was painfully aware I had already lost you completely..."

Alice’s body went rigid again. In the wind-swept airport, her eyes suddenly burned, then filled with a mist of tears...

Chester stared deeply into Alice’s reddened eyes. "You should know now, it was Claud who stirred things up. That night, he deliberately found a woman who looked almost exactly like you, and had her put on a show with me in the car... If I hadn’t gone to Paris yesterday to see our daughter, if I hadn’t heard about you and Claud from her mouth, I’m afraid I would never have known that the two of you were not together."

Alice’s throat felt raw; she swallowed.

Chester looked at her with deep eyes. "Alice, forgive me for not waking up, right after the surgery, to the fact that the person I cared about most was you. I kept clinging to that love I had for Becca, believing she was the woman I cared about most in this life—because without her, there would be no me as I am today. She had always been like sunlight at the bottom of my heart, lighting up the darkness deep inside me. I thought no one in this lifetime could ever replace her place in my heart. But it wasn’t until you took our daughter and left me for good that I gradually discovered that the light inside me suddenly went out. I ate alone, slept alone, and felt a kind of darkness and loneliness I had never known in my life. Yet I still stubbornly believed it was because Becca had rejected me, so I flew to New York again to find her. But this time, when I stood in front of her, my heart seemed to stop beating—there was no longer that old flutter. The first words out of my mouth to her were—do you have any way to help me win Alice back? She gave me advice, so I bought flowers and gifts and came to Paris to look for you..."

Tears slid one by one from the corners of Chester’s eyes. She stood there, stunned.

Chester’s voice overflowed with deep feeling. "Alice, the fact that you didn’t accept Claud means you still care about me, deep down. Give me a chance. Let’s start over... Don’t keep responding to me with indifference and resistance, making it impossible for us to love each other, okay?"

Love each other?

Alice turned her eyes away, trying to ignore how those two words stabbed at her heart. "Please let go." Her tone was cool as she lifted her gaze to meet his. "Those words—’love each other’—will never exist between us. From beginning to end, I’ve always been very clear you don’t love me. Back then I stayed by your side not to obtain your love. Your pity, your sympathy—I’ve always seen straight through them. So the moment I chose to leave your life completely, I had already chosen to let go... I’m not you; I don’t treat feelings like a game. I’ve always seen myself very clearly, and now I know very well what it is that I want." Her words carried an accusation.

"Back then, I didn’t know I loved you." Chester narrowed his eyes, answering hoarsely.

Alice let out a cold, brittle laugh. "When you love someone, you don’t need to ’know’ it—because the love is already there in your heart. When you love someone, everything you do will reveal what’s in your heart, instead of pity and sympathy." Alice continued her indictment of him. "Real love doesn’t wait until after you’ve lost someone to suddenly think about trying to hold on. That kind of love is nothing more than one person’s selfishness. So please stop talking about love at every turn. Love is something sacred; only someone who truly understands love is worthy of speaking that word."

Chester opened his mouth to speak, but Alice cut him off. "I will never forget how you rejected me, how you loathed me and Rachel. But I don’t hate you, because you simply didn’t love me. You understand family, and you understand responsibility—you’re not a bad person. It’s just that, in the past, I fell in love with someone I never should have loved. So please don’t, now that it’s too late, come and tell me how deeply you love me. To me, all of that is just empty talk. Besides, I no longer care." Alice’s smile was icy. "But I am glad you listened to my advice, that you no longer obsess over Becca, whom you will never have, and that you’re letting your heart start over."