Chapter 46 My Feelings About Her

Seeing Yolanda's happy expression, all the words were stuck in my throat. It took me a while to squeeze out a word, "Congratulations!"

"Rose, will you accompany me for the prenatal check-up in a few days? I haven't been to the hospital since I found out I was pregnant. I heard that I need to do various registrations."

Yolanda enthusiastically talked to me about all the things related to pregnancy, but in my mind, all I could see was images of Arthur and the other woman showing their affection.

If I were to tell Yolanda the truth right now, there would only be two possible outcomes. The first being that she would be furious. She might choose abortion and break up with Arthur.

The second option was forgiving Arthur, whether it's because of love or because of the child. Either way, it would cause Yolanda great harm.

"Alright, then let me know a day in advance," I replied absentmindedly, standing up to bid farewell. "Take care and rest well. I have something to attend to, so I'll head back now."

Yolanda pouted unhappily. "Seriously? You've only been here for ten minutes!"

"Yolanda, don't tell Arthur about your pregnancy for now. Let's plan something special, like a ceremony. What do you think?" I thought for a moment before suggesting.

Yolanda didn't doubt it and immediately agreed, "Sure! I'll set a time and notify you all then!"

Making an “okay” gesture, I quickly left Yolanda's house.

Back in the car, it took me a while to calm down. Jane, Tina, and Yolanda were all dear to me. They were like family. I couldn't bear to see anyone hurt them.

Just as I was about to leave, Arthur's Chevrolet appeared not far away. He got out of the car, holding a white bag with an anxious expression.

"Arthur!" I called out.

Seeing me, Arthur was surprised, but then he walked over to greet me. "Rosalie, are you here to visit my Yolanda?"

Arthur's temperament was actually quite good. Although he couldn't compare to Yolanda in terms of family background, his appearance was compatible, and he had an elegant demeanor.

"Well, aren't you supposed to be at work? Why did you come back?" I asked.

"Isn't it almost noon? I'm afraid Yolanda would be too lazy to cook for herself, and takeout isn't healthy. So I came back to make her something to eat. Do you want to join us?" Arthur lifted the bag in his hand. "I've got beef and clams."

I was speechless. Looking at Arthur's smiling face, there was no sense of pretense. He was truly good to Yolanda. But how could a man like him betray his fiancée?

I couldn't articulate my feelings, so I forced a smile and shook my head. "Maybe next time. I have something to do. Goodbye."

"Alright." Arthur waved at me.

I drove away, starting to doubt if true love really existed in this world. I used to firmly believe that Lauren was Charlie’s one true love. But in my previous life, I died too early and never had a chance to see how their story unfolded. What happened after they got together? One year, two years, three years, ten years, twenty years later?

Can Charlie's love for Lauren last a lifetime?

Is it possible to start off loving someone deeply, only to gradually lose feelings and eventually become strangers, filled with conflicts, like most couples do?

With these tangled thoughts, I aimlessly drove around the streets, and unexpectedly ended up at the Meeting Cafe.

Lauren had long stopped working here, so there was no meaning in me coming here. However, I still pushed open the door and ordered a cup of black coffee.

Lost in thought, I held the warm cup in my hands.

I quietly gazed at the bustling streets outside the window, while replaying in my mind everything that had happened since my rebirth. It seemed like everything was expected, yet gradually slipping out of its control.

At that moment, a black Bentley sped to a stop outside the café. Charlie stepped out of the car, exchanging glances with me inside the café.

Then he instructed the driver to leave before entering the café.

"A cup of black coffee, please." As he passed the counter, he ordered a cup of black coffee.

Black coffee was Charlie's favorite. From the time I met him until now, he had never changed his taste. Whether studying or working, black coffee proved to be a great pick-me-up.

"Why are you drinking coffee here?" Charlie sat opposite me, and today he wore a grayish-white turtleneck sweater with a long black coat. With his model-like figure, he looked quite eye-catching.

Since he entered, the young staff had been stealing glances at us, with some even taking sneaky photos.

"I was just passing by and decided to stop for a cup of coffee," I replied nonchalantly.

Charlie curled his lips, and his black coffee arrived as well. We sat there together, drinking coffee in a silent understanding.

"If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't like this bitter and black stuff." Suddenly, I felt a surge of emotion in my heart and spoke up.

"Hmm?" Charlie seemed to be waiting for me to continue.

"Before I met you, I enjoyed sweet milk tea. But later, I noticed that you seemed to really like black coffee, so I tried it too. I always wanted to have similar tastes as you, to bring us closer and have more topics to talk about," I recalled those innocent and passionate moments, smiling. "And it was the same for clothing. I learned everything from you, hoping to match you better."

Charlie's eyes remained calm, seemingly unmoved by my words.

I sighed, "It took me ten years to realize one thing, that love can't be forced."

"Do you regret it?" Charlie spoke to me calmly for the first time. "If you chose someone else, you wouldn't have wasted these ten years."

"What do I have to regret?" I replied with relief. "During the process of liking you, I also experienced joy, longing, and the feeling of finding the world beautiful because of one person. In the end, I even learned to let go. Wasn't that worth it?"

Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I added another question, "Do you not have that feeling now, pursuing that college girl? The feeling of loving someone?"

The previously harmonious atmosphere was shattered by my tactless question. Charlie's gaze turned somewhat cold. "No."

This answer wasn't supposed to be like this! I wondered for a few seconds, but then I let it go. Perhaps the time hadn't come yet. Charlie definitely didn't have the same perspective as me.

"Alright then." I changed the topic. "By the way, your father mentioned that he wanted me to work at the company. I think it could be a good idea. Can you arrange a position for me?"

"Join the Bennett Group?" Charlie frowned.

"Yes, exactly. How about finding a position for me there?"

Regardless of whether it was feasible or not, it didn't matter to me. I just felt that Dylan made a lot of sense, and I needed to find something to occupy myself with.

"What kind of position do you want?" Charlie unexpectedly didn't reject me directly.

I pondered for a moment. "Just not a basic grunt job. I should at least learn something."