A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 

Evan was at a loss for words, stammering, unable to meet my gaze. Leaning back against the headboard, I stayed silent, letting him process his emotions 

Amer a moment, he stepped closer, biting his lip. “Ari, I’m sorry. Could you forgive my brother, my sake 

I studied his are, so young and earnest vet hardened by recent experiences. “Evan,” Tald softly, “you’ve grown so much. 

He blinked, taken aback. 1 geared with my hand to show his bright. “You used to be this unall and inund–cheeked. Now, suddenly, veure nearly six feet tall.” 

He quickly corrected me, “I’m five foot ten,” but as he realized what he was saying, he lowered his head, embarrassed. 

“Ai,” he pleaded, “sn’t there any way you could give him another chance?“! 

He looked at me with a familiar gaze, one I remembered vividly from when he was young. Back then, his wide, innocent would the wings. Let’s play with the ball!” 

Speer up. 

up at me, begding, “Ari, play with me! Let’s go on 

At what point did he change? When did that meet little boy start looking at me with disdain, ring, “What do you want now, you crazy woman?” “Ariana. I know you’re just after money. Look what you’ve done to my brother! He was meant to be with Josie 

“Amana, you crazy woman, what’s your problem now?” 

I fell silent, I chuckled a bit bitterly “Evan, you should go – 

Before I could finish, he snapped with a sudden burst of anger, he yanked his hand away and glared at me, his face contorted in frustration 

“Amana, what are you trying to do? You’ve turned my brother’s life upside down, and now you’re just going to leave him like this? How long do you plan on touring him? “He knows he was wrong! Why can’t you give him a chance?” 

He let in all out, waving his arms, venting his frustration. Strangely, after the initial shock, I felt completely cal 

Ha tirade Burely lasted two minutes, but understood everything he thought and felt in those two minutes. 

He couldn’t understand why I would spend seven years chasing after his brother only to fall out of love suddenly. 

He couldn’t understand why I’d file for divorce, especially now that his brother had shown regret. To him, I had always just wanted the title of Ms Linden. 

Evan saw me as a capricious troublemaker who, after achieving her goal, no longer valandi. In his mind, his brother, Elijah, was the unlucky victim, and 1 was the villain who never stopped causing trouble. 

“Are you done?” Lacked, interrupting his rant. 

He looked startled “What when do you mean?” 

“Are you done saying what you wanted to say?” I repeated, my tone colder than before