Chapter 229 Is He Asking for My Help?
I froze, meeting his dark eyes, as if a current had passed through me in an instant, leaving my body numb and helpless. Was he… begging me?
Proud as he was, would he ask for help?
“I know, you resent me, hate me, and I know you want freedom, want to sever all ties with me,” he began, his words devoid of the previous arrogance and dominance, only helplessness. “If possible, you might not even want to look at me again in the future, I know all of this.”
Watching him lower his head in desolation as he spoke these words, I found myself at a loss for how to respond to him for a moment.
On the quiet path, there was a long silence. After a while, he looked up at me. Under the dim street light. I saw a different him from the past. He was flustered and careful, with a hint of pleading, “Can you, can you stay, stay in the Hinton family, torment me or hurt me, it’s all right!”
I’m the type of person who can’t handle harshness, only gentleness. His sudden change in tone left me disoriented for a good while. After a long time, I finally found my voice and asked, “Because of Grandma?”
It seemed that only the old lady could make him back down.
Everyone has weaknesses, and the old lady was his weakness.
He didn’t speak, his silence was his consent.
I took a deep breath, somewhat annoyed that I was ultimately not a person with a tough heart. I pursed my lips and said, “During this period, I will stay in the old house to accompany grandma.”
Upon hearing my words, his attractive eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at me somewhat excitedly and asked, “Really?”
I nodded, why did Walter now seem like a child no matter how I looked at him?
Unable to tolerate his behavior, I shook off his hand and walked towards the direction of the side yard by myself.
Looking at the brightly lit small building in the side yard, I truly despised myself. He just showed a little weakness, and I jumped down myself. Really…lack of spirit.
In the side courtyard, Dale had already instructed people to take care of everything. Looking at the completely renewed arrangement in the hall, all the furniture and layout had been changed. Presumably, the old lady was afraid that I would mind that Ashley had lived there before, so she had it renovated.
I didn’t care about these things, it was merely a place to shelter from the wind and rain, I didn’t have the energy to fuss over so much.
“Whatever you need, tell Dale to prepare it,” came a man’s voice from behind.
I didn’t look back at him, hummed lightly and said, “No, it’s getting late, get some rest early.”
Afterwards, he/she simply went straight up to the second floor bedroom on his/her own.
However, it was only when I got to the second floor that I realized, the original two-room bedroom layout had been altered to create a bedroom and a walk-in closet, leaving only one bed?
Looking at the huge bed in front of me, I just felt that I had been impulsive. My so-called staying here was really just because I thought I
could have a bedroom to myself, without affecting Walter. But I didn’t expect that there was only one bed!
A bed, it meant that if we were to stay here, we would have to sleep on the same bed. We were both adults, let alone once a married couple. Who could guarantee that their heart would remain pure and innocent when sharing the same bed?
I held my forehead, finding myself in a dilemma at that moment.
Walter was somewhat right, I wanted to sever all ties with him, be it physical or spiritual, but now this bed…
Footsteps sounded from behind, followed by Walter’s deep, restrained voice, “Grandma changed this place, sorry, I just found out.”
I pursed my lips, paused and said, “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” If worst comes to worst, I can sleep on the floor. Even without a bed, there’s always some bedding available.
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