It Was You novel Chapter 809

Beth bit her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. It was not until now that she realized how heavy his love was. She couldn't afford it and dared not accept it.

Cassandra couldn't stand it anymore. She patted on her shoulder and said, "Miss Beth, since we are already here, let's go to see Lucian first."

Beth took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Okay."

Cassandra nodded slightly. Koda rolled his eyes at the two of them, as if he wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. Cassandra coughed and said, "Mr. Koda, don't worry. I don't like women."

Koda was speechless.

'Are young people so open-minded now?'

Koda smiled awkwardly, "Samuel, you must be kidding. Please come in."

After saying that, Koda took Cassandra and the others all the way to the yard of the manor. Lucian was pruning the flower nursery in the yard. So many things had happened in the past few days, and Roger mentioned the past again. It was inevitable that he was upset, so he found this job to kill time.

"Koda, didn't I tell you that I don't want to see anyone these days? No matter who comes, just send them away?" Squatting in the middle of the flower nursery, Lucian said unhappily while carefully pruning the branches.

Lucian, who used to be as young as a green onion, was now in his middle age. He had a mature haircut and a beard on his chin. He looked like a middle-aged uncle. It could be seen that time did not forget leave traces on people, and everyone was equal.

Koda walked over excitedly, "No, Mr. Lucian, see, who is coming?"

Lucian looked up and inadvertently looked in the direction of Beth and Cassandra. The scissors in his hand slipped to the ground and he almost thought that he had an illusion.

How could it be possible?

Beth stood still, like a fully drawn bowstring. Although she had made all kinds of mental preparations along the way, and thought even if she would be laughed at coldly, she would not give in at all. But when she saw Lucian unexpectedly, she suddenly did not know what to do.

It seemed that it was unnecessary to do anything.

There was silence between the two people. Neither of them knew what to say to break the damn silence.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

The two of them almost spoke at the same time. This late "sorry" was like a sharp knife, rolling across the hearts of the two, but leaving a deep and bottomless wound, bleeding.

'Does it hurt?'