Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583 Private Journey

Huston leaned weakly against the trunk, and his eyes were gray. He was like an emperor who had lost his kingdom, like a prisoner who had been abducted. "She was just disappointed with me and didn't want to return to me."

Huston would rather believe that Evelyn didn't love him more than accept that she was dead.

It caused Kevin to be speechless. His concern caused him to fall into chaos, and his rage faded. All that remained was suffocating despair and depression.

Kevin let go of the man before him and fell onto the wet lawn. His chest heaved up and down as he gasped for breath. His clean clothes were stained with mud, and his throat hurt from the air. "It's been five years, Huston. You should learn to let it go. Evelyn needs peace. Last week, Grace Glenn showed Evelyn a cemetery. Evelyn's parents went there, and we also went there. When Evelyn was alive, she wanted you to take her home, but she didn't get what she wanted. Now you can go and have a look."

The man's body stiffened. Over the years, Ben and Lucy had never erected a tombstone for Evelyn because they didn't want to believe their daughter had passed away, but now they agreed.

It was as if a string that had been taut had been broken. His persistence and stubbornness dissipated with the wind, leaving only the withered reality, which was ridiculous.

It was as if someone was whispering in Huston's ear, "Look, even Evelyn's parents have admitted it. What's there to lie about?"

After saying that, Kevin left. Kevin knew that Huston had listened to him. As for how to decide, Kevin couldn't change Huston's mind. Kevin could only let Huston figure it out himself.

Huston sat on the grass in a daze. A security guard on night patrol passed by in the distance. His flashlight swept over the man's body, and he thought he was idle. When he came over and saw that it was Huston, he immediately apologized and left.

He just looked back in confusion from time to time. Huston's back was shaking violently in the night. His shoulders trembled slightly, and the bottom of his suit pants was stained with gray sand. The cold wind in the early morning blew, lonely and downcast.