Chapter 198 Does Edward Have His Reasons?
Since I had a client meeting the next day, I hit the sack early that night.
The next morning, I opened the door and there was Edward, sprawling out on the ground. His face was pale, and when he saw me, he tried to get up but just flopped back down.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "Diana, give me a hand," reaching out to me.
With a sigh, I helped him up. The moment I touched his skin, I felt how hot he was and frowned. "Did you stay out here all night?" I blurted.
Even with my help, Edward could barely stand, his legs shaking like crazy. He forced a weak smile, determination in his eyes. "Diana, I was waiting for you," he said.
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my cool. "Waiting for me? We're divorced. Why are you still hanging around?" I asked.
Edward looked hurt and shocked by my coldness. "Diana, do you have to be so harsh?"
I snorted, not hiding my sarcasm. "The facts are right there. How am I being harsh? And aren't you with Aria now?"
I emphasized "with Aria" to drive the point home.
Edward's voice got a bit panicky. "Diana, please listen. The situation with Aria and me..."
He paused, sighed, and continued, "I can't explain it now, but please believe me, there's more to it."
I knew Edward had autism, which made him emotionally distant, but that didn't excuse his choices, especially since he just went public with Aria yesterday.
Seeing my silence, Edward looked at me with pleading eyes. "Diana, I feel really sick. Can you help me inside to sit down?"
Despite my reluctance, I helped him inside.
Edward looked awful. His usual proud demeanor was gone, and he slumped weakly on the sofa. Suddenly, Edward tensed up and asked, "Diana, is he here with you?"
I was confused and instinctively replied, "Who?"
Edward's voice dropped, filled with intensity. "David! Is he at your place? Are you two living together?"
Following Edward's gaze, I saw David's cup on the coffee table. Annoyed, I didn't want to waste words with Edward. "We're divorced. Who I choose to be with and who you get involved with are our own choices. I won't interfere with you, and you shouldn't try to control my life!"
Edward's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Don't think I don't know. David's had his eye on you for ages. Maybe you two have been secretly involved for a while, right? And here I am, like a fool, hoping you'd change your mind."
His words made me feel both ashamed and angry, and I couldn't help but mock him. "You were just declaring your love for Aria on a livestream yesterday. And now, you have the nerve to say you're waiting for me to change my mind? It's ridiculous!"
Edward looked deflated by my sudden counterattack. "Diana, I've told you, I have my reasons. No matter how absurd or unreasonable my decisions were, you always stood by me without hesitation. Have you forgotten all those times?"
Yeah, in the past, when I was head over heels for him, no matter how irrational his decisions were, I would support him unconditionally. Even if I felt a pang of displeasure, I would swallow it silently, keeping the bitterness to myself. Maybe it was the buildup of these emotions that led to my uncontrollable outburst, ultimately ending in our divorce. But Edward couldn't absolve himself of responsibility for the current situation.
I couldn't help but sneer, "So you can date Aria and have suggestive relationships with Anne, but even after our divorce, I shouldn't have my own emotions and social life, right?"
Hearing this, Edward looked at me with an incomprehensible expression, as if what I described was how things should be.
His expression completely infuriated me. "I don't think we have anything to talk about. You seem to be in good spirits. Please leave, or I'll call the police," I said.
Hearing that I would call the police, Edward looked dejected and said, "Diana, can't we just talk? We can go back to the way things were anytime you want."
I didn't want to continue discussing this pointless topic with Edward. So I walked to the door, opened it, and asked him to leave.
But Edward had no intention of leaving. He remained seated on the sofa, arms crossed. He looked unwell, seemingly very uncomfortable, but I couldn't care less now. I just wanted some peace.
Seeing Edward firmly seated on the sofa, showing no intention of leaving, I felt a surge of anger. I gritted my teeth, walked quickly to him, and tried to pull his arm. But as soon as I touched him, he yanked me, causing me to stumble and fall heavily onto him.
This sudden imbalance brought my thoughts back to my experiences with David. The loss of balance was the same, but the panic then was entirely different from now.
I struggled to free myself from his embrace, pushing against his chest and kicking my feet, trying to find a foothold to get up. However, Edward held me tightly, making it impossible to move. Even though he was burning with fever, his strength, honed from years of fitness, far exceeded my expectations, and I couldn't escape.
Just as we were at a stalemate, his phone rang, breaking the tension. The ringtone was specific to Anne. Edward hesitated, instinctively loosening his grip to answer the phone. I seized the opportunity to spring away from him like a startled deer, retreating several steps to put distance between us.
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