Love You Enough to Leave You novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 Confession With Marriage In Mind

After leaving the ward, Tiffany was instantly stopped by James. Studying the man beside her, Derrick, he raised his chin and asked, “Who is this, Tiffany? Are you not going to introduce him to me?”

Before Tiffany could answer him, Derrick wrapped his arm around her waist in a possessive move. Then, he gracefully said, “I’m her boyfriend. May I know who you are?”

James was dumbfounded. He never expected his feelings for her to be crushed before they could truly bloom.

It took him ages to finally want to settle down. It was then he met a Chanaea woman he liked, and he wanted to abandon everything he had to try things out with her. Yet, before he could do anything, fate told him it was game over.

Is this a cruel joke from fate?

Staring at her in disbelief, he squeezed out, “Tiffany, tell me why.”

At that, Tiffany raised a brow. To her, she was barely friends with James. Regardless of whether she was in a relationship with Derrick or not, James was barely an acquaintance.

“What do you mean why, James?” Tiffany waved her hand, annoyed. “I’m grateful that Amelia’s fine, but I really am not in the mood to play word games with you. I’ll treat you to a meal another day. All I want to do now is to have a good, long nap back at home. We’ll talk again another day, okay?”

Never a clingy man, James replied, “Don’t misunderstand what I mean, Tiffany. Your mother is interested in matchmaking us, and you’ve left a good impression on me. Plus, I’ve been planning to settle down in Chanaea too. I was thinking if you’d like to try things out with me. As you know, foreigners are always straightforward.”

Taken aback by his words, she widened her eyes and glanced at Derrick. With an awkward chuckle, she said, “James, stop joking. It’s not funny. Your mind must be stuck after spending so many hours for the surgery. You should get some sleep so that you’ll recover tomorrow. Let’s talk again tomorrow, okay? I’m exhausted. Bye.”

With that, Tiffany ignored the menacing glares the two men were exchanging and walked away.

Derrick shot James a smirk before hurrying after Tiffany.

James, who had been left behind, shrugged. Although he had just been rejected by Tiffany, there was no trace of sadness on his face.

Instead of truly having feelings for her, he had confessed to her because he wanted to settle down. Moreover, among the people he knew, he realized Tiffany was not someone he hated. Therefore, he wanted to see if they would be a match. If they were, he would be glad to have her as his wife. If not, he would only say that they were not fated to be.

Shrugging again, he stuck his hands into his coat pocket and whistled as he walked in the other direction.

Meanwhile, right as Tiffany stepped out of the hospital, someone grabbed her right wrist. With a tug, she fell forward against a broad chest.

Her nose smashed onto the steel-like chest, and she cried out in pain. Immediately, her hand shot up to cover her nose as tears welled in her eyes.

Snapping her head upward to glare at the culprit, she snarled, “Mr. Hisson, you must be doing this on purpose, aren’t you? It hurts!”

Ignoring her struggles, Derrick secured his arm around her waist and towed her toward the car. With a quick move, he pinned her against the car.

His entire body was leaning against her, and she could feel his breaths on her face.

In the dark, Tiffany’s heart raced, and she blushed as she stared at the handsome man.

She could not tear her eyes away from the man’s sapphire-looking eyes.

“Who is he?” Derrick questioned, leaning closer.

They were only a hair’s breadth away from each other, and Tiffany felt as if her heart was going to escape from her chest. Even her mind was nothing but mush at that point.

“Who?” she mumbled in a daze.

“That foreigner.”

Blinking, she then muttered, “You mean James?”

Derrick nodded.

“Why are you asking?”

“Do you like him?”

All of a sudden, Tiffany wondered if she had lost her mind. When separated, Derrick’s words made sense to her. Yet, when they were combined into a sentence, she realized she could not comprehend what he was trying to say.

“Huh?”

“Do you like him?” Derrick was pressing against her to the point that every inch of her back was against the car. Their lips were only a finger apart.

Tiffany could only blink slowly. Every time Derrick was around, the gears in her mind would cease to function, and she would not be able to recall anything.

Seeing how she remained silent, Derrick narrowed his eyes dangerously. “So, you like him?”

Like a fool, she nodded.

The look in Derrick’s eyes turned even more menacing. In the next second, he lowered his head and kissed her, forcing her teeth to part as he began entwining his tongue with hers.

The sudden kiss made her tense before struggling slightly. However, after Derrick’s forceful invasion, she slowly relaxed into the kiss.

That made Derrick satisfied, and he deepened the kiss. By the time the two separated, Tiffany was slumped against the car as she panted. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were unfocused.

Pulling her up and into his arms, he waited for Tiffany to regain her senses. The moment she did, she shoved him away and slapped him.

Right after the slap, the look in Derrick’s eyes changed, and Tiffany stood transfixed, stunned by her own action.

Retracting her hand, an embarrassed look crept upon her face. However, when she recalled that Derrick had been the one to force a kiss on her, the anger in her burned bright again.

Furious, she gritted out, “Mr. Hisson, I can think of your prior harassment as just a prank, but I’m enraged by your kiss this time. I’m not your pet; I’m not here for you to play with when you’re happy and get left aside when you’re not.”

Staring at her, Derrick quietly asked, “Do I treat you like a pet?”

Tiffany averted her eyes guiltily, but still, her voice remained calm. “That’s enough. I’ll just think that your hormones took over your brain tonight. Time to go. I’m sleepy.”

Feeling guilty, Tiffany tried to escape, but Derrick pulled her into his arms again.

Instinctively, she placed her hand against his chest to break free from him. “Derrick, I’m warning you now to let me go. If you don’t, I won’t be as polite.”

Finding her reaction cute, Derrick’s lips curled. In a confident tone, he said, “Tiff, you clearly don’t hate me. So why won’t you say yes to me?”

Tiffany’s mind was in a mess, and she blurted out, “Who courts others as you do? Everyone courts with flowers and gifts, and they’re gentle with the girl. All you do is force your way regardless of whether I like it or not. There’s no sign of sincerity at all. Forget it. I don’t want to waste my time with you anymore. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

With that, Tiffany hurried away as if she was a rabbit escaping from a wolf.

Derrick’s only response was a growing confident smile on his face.