Chapter 212 The Severance
The wedding was canceled?
SeveranceThe nuptials were called off?The news hit Layla took another heavy blow, unpreparedlike a sledgehammer, her head numbing.
Grippingmind reeling from the unexpected blow.Her fingers tightened around her phone, as she urgently inquireddemanded, "When did this happen?"
"Justtranspire?""Merely yesterday, precisely at five in the afternoon."
," came the response."Why cancelcall off the wedding?" she asked, disbelief lacing her words."How should I know? Samuel is not a man to be trifled with. When he declared the wedding?" she couldn't believe it.
"How am I supposed to know that? Who is Samuel to mess with? When he said the wedding was off, I didn't dare ask why. was no more, I dared not question his motives. You're asking seeking answers from me, butyet I'm dying to know too.equally in the dark. Everything was almost ready, and nearing completion, then suddenly, it's canceled, weall over. We were just as surprisedshocked as you are. Don’t you knowhave any inkling about this? That's odd. No clueIt's strange. I can't fathom what Samuel is thinking.contemplating. Ah, we've been takingdismantling everything down since yesterday..."
"Wait"Hold on, don’t take it downdismantle anything yet," Layla said quickly.
interjected hastily.It felt likeas though once the wedding setup was taken down, it arrangements were removed, the finality of it all would all be truly over.
sink in.She couldn't acceptbear it!
"But Samuel saiddeclared it’s off."
over.""Just tellinstruct them to stoppause for now, I’ll get back to you."
"Alright"Very well, but you better hurry, it's gottamust act swiftly. It has to be taken downremoved by the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Layla sat in her car, her face was ghostly palecomplexion ashen, and it took her an eternity to calmfor her mind.
to regain her composure.After a sleeplessrestless night, Layla made over a dozennumerous calls, alleach one ending with the harsh click of them hung up on her.
a disconnect.She lay alone on the bed that once belonged to both of them,. Samuel's scent still lingered onclung to the pillow, a scentfragrance that had once comforted her and brought her happinesscomfort and joy, now it torturedonly served to torment her with unbearable pain.
heartache.She curled into a ballup, clutching the bedsheet tightly, her tears soakingsaturating the pillowcase.
Where was he? Was he with Nora? Were they together right now, doing...
Just theat this very moment, engaged in...The mere thought of thatsuch a possibility made Layla feelinflicted a pain so severeprofound that she found it harddifficult to breathe.
draw breath.They had been intimate on shared that bed countlessinnumerable times, their souls just as close.entwined. He comfortedhad soothed her when she had nightmares, promisingvowing a lifetime of commitment.
devotion.Why had everything changedaltered so quickly...
abruptly...Layla couldn't figurecomprehend it out, and the anguishtorment made her feel like smashingbashing her head against the wall.
Tears of grievancebitterness flowed wildlyunchecked, but this time, there was no one to wipedry them away.
.It wasn't until the nextfollowing night that Samuel returned.
Layla, adorned withdonning an apron, was busyengrossed in the kitchen.
"The bodyguard, you’re back," saidyou’ve returned," Mr. Morris greeted cheerfully.
Layla turned around and saw Samuel, standing there in a crisppristine suit. His face was as cold, as though cut from ice, expressionlessmarble, his expression vacant as he stared atregarded her as if she were a stranger.
Mr. Morris thought they would embrace each other excitedlyhad anticipated a joyous reunion, but the scene he anticipatedhad envisioned never happenedmaterialized. The bodyguard's reaction was unexpectedly cold.
chillingly aloof.Something was seriously off.
terribly amiss."You go ahead andmay leave," Samuel said.
"Yes, bodyguard."
commanded."Alright."Layla had cried allwept throughout the night long. Her eyes were red and swollen, deeply sunkenrecessed. Her brainmind was spinning wildly, keepingin turmoil, her emotions teetering on the edge. She wanted desperatelyyearned to rush over and shake Samuel's suit, demandingconfront Samuel, to know why he was treating her this way.
demand an explanation for his cold demeanor.But instead, Layla just feigned indifference pitifully, squeezing out, managing a smile uglierthat was more heartbreaking than her tears, "You're back."
Layla's throat was sour, and her You've returned."Her voice carriedwas hoarse, a tracehint of a choke.sob lingering in her words. She felt so small.
Exertinginsignificant.Summoning all her strength to hold back thesuppress her tears, Layla managed to say, “I, I madeprepared barbecued ribs, isn't that your favorite dish, isn't it?”
“I’ve been lazy before and haven'tLayla had been remiss in her culinary duties of late, her usual enthusiasm dulled by a pervasive lethargy. But today, she had made it for a while, but I prepared itan effort, especially for you today. Try it, please.” Layla, standing there with thehim. She stood there, a plate of ribs, looked in her hands, her posture awkward, her gesture a seeming. It was as if she was trying to please him, her actions almost comical in their earnestness. "I prepared this especially for you today. Please, try it," she implored.Her attempt to please, almost like a joke.
She tried toat a smile, but her was undermined by the threat of tears threatened to fall as, her pupils shimmeredeyes glistening with unshed moisture. Taking a deep breath to fightShe swallowed hard, battling the aciditysour taste in her throat, sheand steadied herself, “. "Please, wash up and let's. Let's have dinner.”
“," she suggested, her voice barely more than a whisper."I have something to tell you,”," Samuel saidinterjected, his voice devoid of warmth, crisp and detached, devoid.A sudden sense of emotion.
Layla'sdread seized Layla, her heart lurchedpounding in her chest. Her hand shook, andwavered, the plate she held nearly slippedof ribs threatening to slip from her grasp.
“"Let's eat first,” Layla," she pleaded, wantingdesperate to avoidpostpone whatever he had to say.
She triedattempted to walk away quickly, but as she passedsidestep him, Samuel firmly graspedbut he reached out, gripping her wrist, “We’ll firmly. "We'll talk now.”
His," he insisted, his voice was coldicy and merciless, leaving her no room to escape.
unyielding.Tears blurred Layla's vision blurred with tears, nearly blinding her, “Whatever it is, can't , her eyes stinging. "Can't it wait until after dinner?”
“There's no ?" she begged, her voice trembling."No need to wait.” His response was as ," he responded, his tone resolute as ever, showing impatience.
The and impatient.His voice, once tender tone,and reserved only for her,solely for her, now held an air of indifference. She wondered who was the recipient of his kindness now sounded indifferent. Who was he kind to now? Nora?
. Nora?With a bitter smile, Layla closed her eyes, cutting off the flow of tears that fell into her bowl. She looked up at him, her eyes red, “-rimmed. "What do you want to say? That you haveyou've been with Nora while you were missing these past few days? That you’veyou've called off the wedding?”
Samuel’s?" she asked, her voice barely audible.Samuel's brow furrowed briefly, then before he responded indifferently, “, his tone indifferent. "Since you already know, let's break up.”
."Break up.
He said it so decisively, so ruthlessly!
.Layla felt as if her heart had been stabbedpierced. She should have been angry, but...
“I don’t want to break up.” Her voice was pitifully weak; instead of an angry..."I don't want to break up," she whispered, her voice pitifully weak. Instead of a fiery confrontation, she begged miserablywas begging, clinging to him like a cowardlydesperate joke, “. "Samuel, I don’tdon't want to break up.”
“.""Are you joking?”?" he asked flatly.
“Yes, is it, his tone flat."Did I do something I did wrong? I know I have a bad temper and I always argue with you— I willI'll be good from now on, okay?”?" She held onto his hand, pleading through her sobs, “. "Samuel, please don’tdon't joke about this. I know you love me just like I love you, right?”
“You said we?""We were going to get married, that we’d and spend our lives together.”
“. The wedding... We’reWe're already planning it... There’sThere's only a week left until the 28th…”
“...""There won’twon't be a wedding,”," Samuel said, looking at her without a hintstated, his gaze devoid of compassion in his eyes.
“."There will be one, you promised!”!" Layla cried out, “her voice breaking. "You promised…”
“...""I did say that, but that was in the past.”
.""I don't believe it! What happened? Can you just tell me what's wrong?"
"? Is it the Hollands? Did they pressure you into marrying Nora?"
Finally finding a reason, Layla clenchedclung to this possibility, her grip on his hand, tightening. "It must be them."
But Samuel stood unshaken, his tall figureremained unmoved, his tall figure unyielding, his gaze as cold as ice,. "The Hollands have been pressuring me for a long time. Have you ever seen me waiverwaver? If I didn't want to marry Nora, nobody could make me."
"Then why?"
"The reason isn't important."
"It is important!" Layla exclaimedprotested. "It's very important; I need to know why."
"You said we're from different worlds."
"But you told me that didn't matter. You said the differences weren't important, that as long as there was true love, we could overcome any obstacle. Being from different worlds, we would just have to work hard to merge into one." Layla's graspgrip on his hand tightened, her fingers icy and trembling as she struggled to convince him.
Samuel seemed to find this notion almost humorous,Samuel's response was a cool smirk playing on his lips, a light scoff escaping him:his lips. "Class, status—these aren't gaps you can just wish away. Don't be delusional. Nora has the entire Eilish family behind her, and what do you have? You are but a pitiable soul from the lower class, alone and unsupported. Women like you are a dime a dozen."
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