His Heart Is Now Elsewhere novel Chapter 95

Chapter 6 

However, he still sat down and picked up the pasta beside him. 

He used to envy the pasta that his mother made for his younger brother when he was a child. 

He never had the chance to eat even once until she died. 

Now, for the first time, Sylvia made it herself. 

Seeing him completely misunderstand, Sylvia had no choice but to go along with it and eat the pasta 

with him. 

Finally, he picked up the kitchen knife again and prepared to cut the cake. 

“Wait a minute!” 

Sylvia hurriedly reached out and, at the same time, took out a candle from the side and inserted it 

into the cake. 

“I hadn’t blown out the candles to make a wish yet.” 

Sergio was somewhat stunned, his slender fingers trembling slightly, and then he recoiled. 

He had never celebrated his birthday before, and he even forgot to blow out the candles and make a 

wish before eating the cake. 

After the candle was lit, Sylvia urged him to make a wish by pulling and pushing him. He coldly expressed his reluctance, but in the end, he whispered his wish, “I hope Miriam’s surgery is successful and worry–free for years to come.” 

As the words fell, his gaze unconsciously fell on Sylvia’s face beside him. Seeing the dimming light in her eyes, his heart involuntarily became a little chaotic. 

He furrowed his brows and, as if possessed, added another sentence. 

“I hope your surgery was successful and went smoothly.” 

The birthday celebration had come to an end, and he stood up, intending to leave. 

But just at this moment, the overhead chandelier suddenly fell down without any wa 

ing. 

As the chandelier was falling towards Sergio, Sylvia’s heart tightened. If the target died, her mission would be declared a failure. 

Without thinking, she flew towards Sergio. 

“Be careful!” 

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The broken lights were like shooting stars, making the entire living room instantly dreamy and 

dazzling. 

In the dazzling lights, Sylvia staggered and fell down. 

Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to see Sergio running towards her almost frantically. 

She was probably not very clear–headed after being hit by the lamp; otherwise how could she have seen Sergio looking nervous at her? 

After a hazy and uncertain sleep, Sylvia woke up again to find herself already at the hospital. 

Sergio was by her bedside, guarding her. When he saw her wake up, it seemed like a chill had 

settled over him. 

“Why did you rush over? Were you trying to get yourself killed?” 

Sylvia’s head was still groggy, but she was also aware that she couldn’t tell him the truth. 

If he was killed, how would she complete her mission and how would she resurrect Quentin? 

She looked at him with burning eyes, “Because I loved you.” 

Because she loved him, she would rather hurt herself. 

Because she loved him, she willingly donated her heart. 

Because I loved him, I could do anything for him. 

Sergio had already lost count of how many times he had heard her confess her love to him so 

passionately. 

It seems that there has never been a person who has always been so steadfast in putting himself 

first. 

Looking back on the past five years when she was by his side, she did so much for him.