Chapter 975 Never Let Go
In fact, that sadness in her was overwhelming, as if someone had taken away the most important thing from her heart.
Noticing that Sierra was gloomy, Robert asked with concern, "Sierra, are you alright?"
Upon hearing his voice, she shook her head and answered with a soft voice, "I'm tired too, Robert. Let's go back and rest."
Robert nodded.
Seeing this, Mr. Jenkins immediately took the jade pendant from the table, handed it to her, and smiled. "Have a good rest in the manor. We shall talk about other things later."
After Robert responded with a nod, he held Sierra and left with her.
......
Today, Anderson worked overtime and had meetings the whole day. By the time he reached home, it was already nine o'clock at night.
As his children had school tomorrow, they had gone to bed.
After entering his house, he changed his shoes. However, he didn't see Clarissa in the living room. Instead, he saw Pattie, who was cleaning the living room alone.
That surprised him.
After all, Clarissa would often wait for him to come home whenever he worked overtime and head to their room together.
Where did she go today?
Feeling doubtful, he approached Pattie while loosening his tie. "Where is Clarissa?"
Pattie straightened up and replied, "She's in the room upstairs."
After a moment of pause, she added with hesitation, " Mr. Jordan, I think you should go and check on her. She seems to be in a bad mood today. Ever since she came home this afternoon, she has been shutting herself in the room. Besides, she doesn't even have her dinner."
Upon hearing what she said, Anderson frowned. "She hasn't had her dinner?"
"Yes, but none of us dare to disturb her, and no one knows what happened to her. She even refuses to see Anne and Marf."
"Got it." Anderson nodded.
Right away, he went to his bedroom upstairs. As expected, the door was closed.
When he pushed the door, he realized it was locked. Having no choice, he knocked on it.
"Open the door, Clarissa. It's me."
Nevertheless, no one answered.
With that, his brows furrowed deeper, and he knocked again. As it was still quiet inside, his face darkened, and he called Pattie to bring him the bedroom key.
Not long after, Pattie found the key and handed it to him.
After that, Anderson waved her off and opened the door.
It was dark inside the bedroom.
In the pin-drop-silent room, no lights were turned on, and no one could be seen.
Seeing that, Anderson frowned and switched on a chandelier. The dim yellow light illuminated the room, and a figure could be seen sitting on the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
Anderson closed the door and quickly walked to her.
At that moment, Clarissa was squatting on the sofa, holding her knees with both hands, and burying her head in the crook of her elbow.
Upon hearing his voice, she lifted her head. Only then, Anderson realized that her face was pale, and there were traces of undried tears stains. Besides, her eyes were red and swollen. At first glance, he could tell that she had cried for a long time.
Feeling nervous, he quickly sat down and took her into his arms.
"What happened? Why are you crying? Why didn't you turn on the light? I thought something happened to you just now."
After crying for a few hours, Clarissa was exhausted. Leaning in his broad arms, she could smell his familiar and reassuring scent. With that, her heart—which had been bitter and uneasy since this afternoon—gradually calmed down.
She arched her head, found a comfortable position, and leaned against him. "I'm fine. It's just that I'm a little tired," she whispered.
Upon hearing that, Anderson frowned and touched her forehead. It was not hot, and she didn't look like she had a cold.
"Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.
Clarissa didn't answer. After a while, she uttered, "I met someone today."
"Who?" Anderson responded patiently.
"A person who suddenly comes back alive."
Listening to her words, he was puzzled.
Then, Clarissa raised her head and looked at him with a pair of blurry eyes. "Don't you think I'm a bad person? She doesn't owe me anything, and yet I kept asking something from her and blaming her for not telling me that she's still alive. Don't you think I'm selfish?"
With a deep gaze, Anderson looked at her. "Who did you meet?"
She moved her lips in hesitation. After a few seconds, she finally blurted, "Sierra."
When Anderson heard that, his body jolted.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on her face, and she continued, "I always thought that she was dead. When I was seventeen years old, she died in a car accident, and my heart was filled with hatred. At that time, I was dying to kill all the people who caused her death, but now, I realize that she is actually well alive."
"All these years, she has been living well in the desert with another man. She could've told me, but she chose not to. She buried everything in the past and left no trace, but what about me?"
"I always missed the time I spent with her. Every year, I would return to Visstead, put a bunch of flowers at her grave, and sincerely prayed that she could reincarnate into a good family in her next life. Then, she won't have to suffer and be cheated anymore. Well, I guess I am foolish. She chooses to forget me, and yet I never let go."
While listening to her long-winded explanation, Anderson remained silent.
Moments after she finished, he appeased, "So, what you mean is, she is alive, and after you met her in coincidence, you think that she deceived and betrayed you, am I right?"
Hearing that, Clarissa shook her head. "I don't know either. I am overwhelmed with sadness, but I don't know why."
Anderson sighed.
Lowering his head, he kissed the tear stain on her cheek and whispered, "You silly. That is because she has always been the most important person in your heart, and you used to think that you were also the most important person to her. But this time, after escaping from death, she chose to conceal her name, did not contact you, and cut ties with the past."
"This decision of hers makes you realize that you're not the only one in her life, so that's why you're sorrowful as if you've been betrayed."
Clarissa looked up at him blankly. "Is that so?"
To that, Anderson nodded. "Most probably."
After pondering, she replied, "Oh, I see. But isn't it wrong for me to do this? I look selfish and unreasonable."
Hearing that, he chuckled, "Objectively speaking, our feelings are normally unreasonable."
Then, he paused for a while and sighed.
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