I got married without you (James and Amelia) novel Chapter 1592

Chapter 1592

Stella lowered her unfathomable gaze, staring at Henry’s wrist wrapped in gauze. After a moment, she slowly hooked the corner of her lip and said, “Henry, ever since we’ve been together, it’s been nothing but injuries. Maybe we should stop.” 

Upon hearing this, Henry felt a fierce tremor in his heart. He didn’t know why, but it seemed like he had a premonition that Stella would give this kind of answer. So when Stella said it, Henry wasn’t surprised, but… 

“Stella, Erin is gone. There won’t be anyone else to hurt me…” 

Stella looked away and met Henry’s hopeful gaze. 

“I have taken a life and been violated in front of you. These two barriers, I can never overcome them in my heart…” 

She didn’t offer any other reasons, just said it directly. 

Who could go through such humiliation and still peacefully marry someone for a lifetime? If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn’t even want to see each other again. Stella was considered strong, at least she could help treat Henry as if nothing happened. 

“I don’t mind.” 

When Henry looked at Stella, his eyes were filled with a pained 

“Stella, you’re just forced to do this. It’s not your fault, including 

shooting and killing Erin. You were forced to do it, you didn’t really want to kill him. I see all of this, and I understand you. So I don’t mind at all, why do you…” 

Stella smiled, her eyes curved like the brightest moon in the night sky. 

“Henry, I do mind.” 

After interrupting Henry with a smile, Stella turned to look at the middle-aged couple standing outside the hospital room. When she saw their tired faces and graying hair, she sighed deeply. 

“Henry, your parents are getting older, they can’t handle any more turmoil. They love you so much, and they’re so open-minded. You should think about them more…” 

“Henry, in addition to the reasons mentioned above, I also have to tell you that I still haven’t completely fallen in love with 

you…” 

This sentence made Henry swallow the words he was about to say. He lowered his head, staring at his own wrist for a while, and then, unwillingly, he raised his head again. 

“Stella, I know you haven’t fallen in love with me yet. It’s always been just me, wishful thinking. But what can I do? As long as I love you, it’s enough.” 

It’s not enough.