Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343 The Confession Failed 

He rejected her bluntly and decisively, but Olivia’s voice became increasingly choked up, “I can provide myself with stability and security. Who is suitable for dating? Who is suitable for marriage? Isn’t it something we find out through gradual interaction and adjustment? You reject me without even thinking, is it because you already have someone you like?” 

Olivia asked this question very carefully. 

After a moment of silence in the air, Alexander’s voice came, “No.” 

Seemingly sensing Alexander’s coldness, Olivia’s voice gradually steadied as well, voicing out, “So, you simply don’t like me, right?” 

“No.” Alexander was clearly a bit frustrated, “You’re great, that’s not what I meant.” 

The noise at the stairway quieted down for about half a minute. I couldn’t see the expressions of the two, so naturally, I didn’t know the specific situation. However, I did figure out that Alexander had rejected Olivia. 

After a while, Olivia’s voice came from the stairway, “Thank you for telling me this, I understand now.” 

Alexander gave a slight nod, seeming to have breathed a sigh of relief. 

Hearing footsteps, I felt a bit guilty, worried about being discovered, and forced myself to hide behind a pillar. I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it was truly an accident. 

If the two of them had seen me here, they would probably have died of 

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embarrassment. 

Listening to the footsteps fading away, I stepped out from behind the pillar, let out a slight sigh of relief, glad that I hadn’t bumped into 

anyone. 

“Were… were you eavesdropping just now?” A voice came from behind. I stiffened, slowly turned around, and met Olivia’s somewhat reddened eyes, obviously caused by crying earlier. 

Looking at her, I forced out a stiff laugh, “Hehe, you… how come you’re here?” 

She hadn’t recovered from her emotions yet, walked up to me and said, “Didn’t you hear everything just now, Tabatha? That was very rude of vou.” 

I awkwardly panicked and helplessly said, “Would you believe me if I said, I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop?” 

She sighed, nonchalantly saying, “It doesn’t matter anymore, just don’t make fun of me.” 

I quickly shook my head, “No, why would I make fun of you? You’re quite brave.” Confessing your feelings without knowing the other person’s thoughts, even if you were rejected, was exceptionally brave. 

She leaned against the railing, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside, and pursed her lips, saying, “What kind of courage is this? It’s more like recklessness.” 

I was not very good at comforting people, especially in cases of failed confessions of love. After some thought, I said, “No, there are no set rules when it comes to feelings. If you like him, just tell him. That’s perfectly normal. If he doesn’t like you, that’s okay. You’re beautiful and talented, and a good person. If he misses out on you, it’s his loss.” 

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“PM!” She couldn’t help but laugh, her crescent-shaped eyes looking at me as she said, “Tabatha, your words of comfort are so old-fashioned.”