Chapter 1567 - 1568: "I’m Here." Gently Spoken, Two Words Filled with Warmth

"Jose, don’t speak so definitively. If in the future you fall for a woman, you might be even crazier than me. You might even give up your life for her."

The tone had a third of teasing, a third of meaning, and carried a third of helplessness.

Jose Floyd stood up and went upstairs, his cold voice resonating, firm and clear: "I, Jose Floyd, will never fall in love in this lifetime! I will never love any woman!"

Jorge Saxton chuckled, "Hmm, I hope you remain unfeeling and stay single all your life."

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From that day on, Lydia Brooke rarely saw Jose Floyd or Jorge Saxton. Both of them were so busy that they seldom returned to the apartment. In a month, they would return for just two or three days; the rest of the time, they were outside.

In this way, several years passed in a flurry of activity. Lydia Brooke was now sixteen, having grown into a girl with fair skin, a beautiful face, standing tall with a slim figure.

And every time Jorge Saxton came back, his gaze lingered on her longer, making Lydia’s heart race uncontrollably.

In these years of getting along, the two had already regarded each other as close family, and that warmth and closeness were more profoundly comforting than that of lovers.

From the initial terms ’Lydia Brooke’ and ’Jorge Saxton’, it gradually changed to ’Young Master Saxton’ and ’Lydia Brooke’, and now they casually called each other ’Jorge’ and ’Lydia’.

These terms testified to their mutual support and the years they had walked through together.

A witness to their journey from strangers to familiarity to closeness.

As for Jose Floyd, he hadn’t returned to the apartment in two years. Jorge Saxton mentioned that Jose Floyd had purchased a Manor Estate elsewhere for convenience in handling affairs.

In fact, Lydia knew that Jose Floyd’s overly rapid development in the past two years had attracted many enemies. For her safety and that of Jorge, he moved out to live alone, unwilling to bring danger to them.

People are not born ruthless; it’s the circumstances and growth factors that force them later on.

Like Jose Floyd, like Jorge.

And Jorge — seeing Jorge again was in the deep winter.

The deep winter in Italy is also very cold, as cold as City C, with occasional snow.

And on the night Jorge returned, it began to snow outside. Jorge came back to the apartment bringing snow and frost.

When Jorge Saxton appeared in the apartment, he startled Lydia, who was coming downstairs for a drink of water!

"Jorge? Why are you back so late?"

Lydia, wearing house slippers, had just turned on the living room light. Jorge Saxton immediately shielded himself from the glaring light with his hand. It was then that Lydia noticed his eyes were deep red, carrying a heaviness and sorrow, with a gloomy aura spreading across his face, making her heart ache just by looking at him.

"Turn off the light," he said, his voice hoarse.

Lydia’s heart rose with a throb of pain, hurting for Jorge Saxton’s sudden mood of sorrow.

Lydia held the warm water she poured for herself and walked toward Jorge Saxton on the sofa.

"Jorge, what’s wrong? No matter what happens, I’m here. Have some water, I’ll stay with you."

Lydia’s voice was soft and gentle, her slender fingers holding the glass as she handed it to Jorge Saxton, her eyes full of distress.

The fatigue of these past days overwhelmed Jorge Saxton, accumulated and crushed his spirit, leaving him without release.

Like straw under heavy rain, getting more exhausted and weighed down, yet not willing to be defeated just like that!

Seeing him silent, Lydia sighed, "Jorge, rest well for a night, it pains me to see you like this."

Her words had just fallen, and two long arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly, pulling her closer. A deep, hoarse voice murmured, "Lydia—"

"I’m here."

Softly, those two words carried warmth.

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PS Little Theater:

Jose Floyd’s cold voice resonated, firm and clear: "I, Jose Floyd, will never fall in love in this lifetime! I will never love any woman!"

Nicole lightly laughed, with disdain: "That’s because, at that time, you hadn’t yet met someone called Nicole. If you dare, repeat those words in front of me a few years later!"

Young Master Floyd: "..... I was young and ignorant back then, forgive my shortsightedness, wife."

Nicole: "Very good, very good, Jose, I just love how you manage to dig a hole for yourself!"

Author: Hahahahaha~~~~~~