A Love Torn by Time novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Seeing my pale

ale face, Vince’s brows remained tightly knit. “I spoke harshly yesterday. Gwen is innocent–our quarrels shouldn’t involve her.”

His words caused a pang in my chest.

But instead of explaining, as I would have in the past, I simply smiled faintly.

“There won’t be a next time.”

Vince gently adjusted my blanket.

“I wasn’t able to accompany you to see the meteor last night. Once we’re married, I’ll take you back home. I remember you love the South. After we return, we can go there together.”

I froze, but then similed softly.

-No need.

“You don’t have to make up for last night. It’s my choice to save Guinevere,”

Vince seemed taken aback. His eyes roiled with emotion.

“I’ve already arranged for a carriage to leave the city in five days. Once you’re better, we’ll depart.”

I stared at Vince without speaking

He held the bowl, his hand trembling slightly.

His hand had once been severely injured, and the pain flared up every time it rained

Even now, just holding a bowl of food seemed to cost him an immense amount of effort.

A wave of sorrow filled me. I asked softly, “Do you regret it? Saving me, even though it has hurt you so much?”

Vince’s expression remained calm.

“There’s nothing to regret. If it were anyone else, I would have done the same

A faint sadness clouded my eyes, and my voice grew wealer.

“Even climbing a frozen cliff for snowblooms when 1 had the tever?”

There was nothing special about me after all.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced a smille.

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“Vince, thank you for saving me,

e, again and again, I grew up without parents, so I longed for a home. That’s why I forced you to marry me. I must have been unbearable, making you suffer so much, right?

But starting today, it would be different

He wouldn’t have to abandon the one he loved, forced to marry me.

We wouldn’t torture each other for ten years, and he wouldn’t die at thirty because of me,

This time, he would be fine.

I thought I saw Vince’s face shift in parde, as if he wanted to say sometidag.

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but he was interrupted by a hurried maid.

“Lord, Lady Gwen is awake. She’s desperately looking for

r you and refuses to eat. Please go

A simile spread across Vince’s handsome lace, and he glanced at me before sturding to leave.

“I’ll be back soon.”