Chapter 423 "You are all I have left."
Evelyn closed her eyes and raised her hand, signaling him to stop talking, "Alright, I'm tired."
"How can it not matter? Don't you resent me for that?" Edward was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing became heavy.
"I resent you for more than just that."
Edward felt a sharp pain in his chest, clenching his fingers tightly.
"But now I feel there's nothing to hate anymore. It's all in the past."
Evelyn slowly turned around, her tone so casual that she didn't even notice her eyes had reddened, "Edward, let's look forward. Even the most painful emotional entanglements are insignificant compared to hatred, aren't they? It will only slow down our revenge."
"I'm going upstairs."
Suddenly, she felt a weight on her back, and her body lurched forward.
Edward hugged her tightly from behind, his whole body restraining her, as if he wanted to merge her into his flesh and blood.
Edward's firm, trembling chest pressed against her slender back, his intense heartbeat pounding against her, making her head spin and her body go weak with a tingling sensation spreading from her back to her chest.
"Edward," Evelyn called his name hoarsely, her breathing rapid.
Her voice clearly carried a tone of resistance, but this time, she didn't struggle.
"How can it be insignificant? I won't allow you to say that."
Edward tightened his embrace, his arms gripping her fragile waist, his hot breath spraying on her fair, flushed neck, "Twenty years ago, I lost the most important person to me."
"Twenty years later, I found the only love of my life. I don't want to lose you again. You are all I have left."
"Evelyn, losing you makes every day of my life painful."
"Death is not scary; I can die for you a thousand times."
"I'm only afraid of losing you."
Edward rested his chin on her shiny hair, gently rubbing it, choking up again.
He was always so high and mighty, like a god untouched by the mortal world.
When had he ever been so pathetic, begging her like a dog?
Evelyn faintly heard his suppressed sobs. That night, his proud strength shattered into pieces, scattered all over the place. How could she bear to step on them again?
She had seen him fight bravely on the battlefield; she knew how ruthless and fierce he could be.
But now, she felt he was pitiful.
So, out of pity, she decided not to argue with him tonight.
"It hurts," Evelyn shrank her shoulders in Edward's arms.
"Hurts? Where?" Edward panicked, his large hands gripping her shoulders.
"Are you trying to kill me? Right here, right here!" Evelyn gasped in pain, her delicate body trembling lightly in his arms.
At the police station, she had restrained Edward with her body to calm him down, causing the stitched wound on her arm to tear open without her realizing it.
She only felt it after leaving the police station, but she was used to enduring pain and planned to go upstairs and treat it herself at home.
Who knew Edward would be so oblivious, clinging to her and talking nonsense, holding her tightly. If he didn't let go, fine, but why use so much force? Was he trying to crush her?
Edward, realizing belatedly, released her in a daze.
He then felt a warm, wet sensation in the crook of his arm. Looking down, he was shocked!
His gray suit sleeve was stained with a patch of red—Evelyn's blood!
Her wound had been bleeding for a while, but she was wearing a black suit, so it wasn't noticeable.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Edward's voice, usually low and magnetic, rose in panic and concern.
"Why are you yelling at me?" Evelyn's delicate brows furrowed, biting her lip in a pitiful way that made his heart ache.
Edward was stunned, realizing his tone had been harsh.
Yelling? He wouldn't dare.
In front of Evelyn, he was very humble.
"Alright, it's just a small wound. Don't worry!"
Evelyn's vision blurred as Edward scooped her up, making her instinctively press against his chest in panic.
"I'll take you to your room. There's a first aid kit at home, right? I'll help you re-bandage it." Edward's eyes burned as he looked at her, striding upstairs.
"I don't need you! I'm a professional surgeon; I can bandage it myself!"
Evelyn's small hands clenched into fists, pounding his chest in embarrassment and anger, but not too hard, more like a gentle scratch, "Besides, it's my arm that's hurt, not my leg! What's the point of carrying me? I can walk myself!"
"I know, but I want to carry you." Edward's eyes darkened, speaking his mind without hesitation.
Evelyn's small fists pressed against his firm chest, her breathing erratic, forgetting to resist.
Her face flushed with a charming red hue.
Edward carried Evelyn into her bedroom.
To his surprise, Evelyn's bedroom was unexpectedly simple. Although it was clearly decorated with high-end furnishings and top-quality bedding, as the daughter of the richest man in the Hameen, her room was even simpler than Molly's.
He remembered that back at Riverside Villa, she loved life, often planting flowers and plants.
And their wedding bed, though he didn't sleep in it, she would change the sheets and decorations weekly, and the flowers on the bedside table and coffee table were always fresh, showing how much she cared about their marriage.
"You're still so young, why is your room so plain?"
Edward gently placed Evelyn on the bed, "If you don't mind, Grandpa has a lot of famous paintings and antiques in his collection. You like those, right? I can ask him for some and have May come over to help you decorate."
"No need, I don't like my room to be too fancy. As long as it's functional and comfortable, that's enough." Evelyn's expression was indifferent, not appreciating his offer.
"I'm sorry."
"Edward, are you a broken record? Can't you say anything else?"
"Apologies."
Evelyn sighed, rubbing her forehead, "Alright, you don't always have to use your mouth to talk."
Edward's thin lips trembled, feeling bitter inside.
Following Evelyn's instructions, he found the first aid kit and helped her take off her jacket. Seeing her shirt soaked with sweat, his heart ached terribly.
"From now on, don't endure it anymore." Edward's voice trembled with pain.
"I won't endure it anymore. It's because I endured too much that those villains found opportunities to hurt innocent people repeatedly."
Evelyn's beautiful eyes burned with intense anger, fully immersed in immense rage and self-reproach.
She didn't even realize that Edward had silently unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time!
By the time Evelyn noticed, Edward had already undone the last button.
Her pink lace bra was almost completely exposed to his eyes, making her delicate, smooth skin look even more tender.
Edward's fiery gaze was fixed on the small white bow in the center of her bra, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, his handsome face burning as if he had a fever.
He was undoubtedly a gentleman.
But he couldn't help having improper thoughts about Evelyn.
A scream echoed through the room.
Evelyn, her face flushed red, reflexively slapped Edward!
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