Chapter 558 He's Not Antonio!
Benjamin squinted, halting his stride and following her retreating figure. Without realizing it, her disregard snatched his attention and irked him more than he anticipated.
Compelled by some unknown force, Benjamin found himself following Sarah.
Tears clouded Sarah's eyes, veiling her vision in a haze. Her path ahead seemed utterly obscure. All she could think about was Antonio—telling him about Serene, sharing her longing for him, and releasing all her pent-up tension.
Sarah drove herself to the foot of South Mountain.
Benjamin trailed behind, his face souring upon seeing the winding mountain road ahead.
Had something happened to Sarah? After leaving prison, what was she doing trekking up this mountain?
Benjamin couldn't shake an overwhelming curiosity as he followed Sarah to the summit. The trail was difficult even on a good day, but after recent rains, it was mired in muck. His dress pants inevitably acquired a generous coating of mud, darkening his already troubled expression.
Sarah remained oblivious to the figure tailing her. She was consumed by memories, thoughts of the past holding her mind captive.
The weather was far from ideal, with the wind howling viciously at the mountain's peak. Nearby, the sky brooded with darkness, as if ready to collapse upon them at any moment.
Benjamin's agitation grew as he maintained a careful distance. Opening his suit jacket, he found the wind invading every fiber, sending an icy chill through him. His gaze remained fixed on the woman ahead.
What on earth was she planning to do?
In reality, Sarah had no grand scheme in mind. She just wanted to have a conversation with Antonio on this significant day.
Over the past three months, whenever she missed him and felt lost, she would come to this very spot—the place Antonio had last been seen—muttering endless words to the wind.
"Antonio..."
Her murmured voice dispersed in the wind, silent in the swirl of the tempest.
Was she too far away to be heard?
Antonio was probably out there in the sea, beneath her. Standing here talking, of course he couldn't hear.
After wiping her eyes, Sarah's blurred vision momentarily cleared. She moved almost obsessively towards the edge of the cliff with determined steps.
Below, the sea battered the cliffs, the foam of the waves violently protesting, as if they sought to devour everything.
The closer she got to the edge, the colder the fierce winds, now laced with ocean spray, felt against her skin. However, Sarah seemed to be immune to the cold—she just wanted to be closer to Antonio.
Benjamin watched from behind, his pupils dilating at the sight. Sarah's figure appeared delicate and fragile in the wind, her tousled hair scattering in the air as if she were a porcelain doll, which could shatter at any moment.
It seemed as if one gust stronger than the rest could sweep her away.
He watched her stumble forward, and for a moment, his heart skipped a beat—as if something was desperately trying to burst forth from within.
Could this woman be contemplating death?
In prison, she had seemed utterly soulless. What could have driven her to such despair?
As Sarah approached the perilous edge of the cliff, an unnamed fury surged within Benjamin. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he hurried forward with purposeful strides and swiftly yanked her away from the brink.
Caught off guard, Sarah stumbled directly into his waiting arms.
A man's angry voice boomed above her, "What do you think you're doing? Snap out of it!"
Wasn’t this woman touted to be so remarkable by everyone? How could she resort to something only the weak would do?
Dazed, Sarah looked up. The man standing before her seemed to materialize out of thin air, conjuring the illusion that he was back.
No… it couldn’t be! How could Antonio ever speak to her with such a tone?
This man was Benjamin!
Seeing the extreme vulnerability on her face only fueled a fire within Benjamin. He barked, "Aren't you supposed to be some kind of powerhouse? Why so helpless now? Crying at the slightest problem and picking the most cowardly way to solve it!
"What's the big deal anyway? The person you loved died, so you’re going to die for love as well?"
His accusations, harsh and biting as the gale that carried them, made Sarah involuntarily shiver.
Tears teetered on the brink of her eyelids, cascading down with the gentle brush of the wind. Her eyes glinting with the fractured light of shattered glass, piece by piece.
In a loud outcry, she pushed Benjamin away. "What do you know! What I do, whether I live or die, what's it to you? Who do you think you are? Do you think we're close friends?
"We're barely acquaintances, strangers who've just met a few times. My life is none of your business! You think just because you look like him, you have the right to meddle in my affairs?!"
She was at her breaking point, and that final thread within her snapped.
Upon hearing her words, the icy façade on Benjamin’s face suddenly froze, and he stood there, stunned, like someone roused from a deep sleep.
Sarah was right; they were nothing more than strangers who had met a few times.
Why was he so uncontrollably compelled to intervene in her affairs? Was it merely because Sarah was the target of this acquisition?
The question hung unanswered.
Yet, despite this, Benjamin couldn't stand by and watch Sarah in this desolate state. He grabbed her wrist forcefully and pulled her in his direction, saying in a deep, stern voice, "Come on, we're heading down the mountain."
Sarah's temper flared even further as she faced off with him, unable to contain her rage. Her face turned bright red as she yelled and resisted, but her strength was no match for his, and she was dragged down the mountain.
Daniel had been waiting in the car. Hearing the commotion, he looked up just in time to see the two figures scuffling on their way down and was utterly stupefied.
'What on earth is going on here?'
Benjamin could barely stand the sight of his fiancée under the same roof, treating their interactions coldly, like a superior to a subordinate.
'So iy was he suddenly so "close" with this Ms. Miller?'
But Daniel knew better than to stare. He simply got out of the car discreetly, opened the door, and waited for the duo to approach.
Sarah's face was flushed, and her eyes were wide with alarm, resembling a startled rabbit.
"Benjamin Harrington! Are you sick? Don't touch me!"
She was suddenly overwhelmed with irritation!
Why was this man bothering her life without saying a word?
He was not Antonio!
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