She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she swallowed hard, “I’m sorry, Dr. Campbell.”
“It’s really my fault. I shouldn’t have... in a moment of desperation, rushed into this. You’re such a good person, and you deserve a better woman.”
“I have a child now. I can’t just live for myself anymore. Once they’re here, it’s my duty to see it through, right?”
Her voice carried a hint of regret, though not a trace of remorse. Even if she could turn back time, she’d still choose to have little Mateo.
Callum’s grip tightened. He understood her reasoning, but accepting it was another matter. He was never a choice in her book.
Suddenly, he grabbed her slender shoulders, turning her to face him. His dark eyes bore into hers. “Selena, have you ever... even a little bit... liked me?”
He’d adored her for so long. From love to obsession. But always missing the mark. At first, he quietly protected her. Later, he tried every trick in the book, but no matter what, he couldn’t hold her close.
And Everett? Everett was always the forceful one, taking what he wanted. His ways were darker, more sinister. Why should he be the winner!
Selena’s feelings for Dr. Campbell were always complicated. From the moment he entered her life, like a knight, always there to help and protect her, it was impossible for her not to feel anything. But the timing was never right.
When she loved Everett, her heart had no room for anyone else. By the time she let go of that mistake, her heart was full with little Mateo.
Once a woman has a child, her feelings about love tend to fade. Of course, after all his years of waiting, she wasn’t heartless. There were moments when she was moved, not entirely without affection.
Selena froze, “Dr. Campbell...”
She tried to pull away, but Callum’s grip only tightened, his cheek resting against her shoulder, where tears began to fall.
“Selena, just one last time, let me hold you. Don’t push me away...”
He pleaded. Tears welled up in Selena’s eyes too. In him, she saw her past self—just as lowly and covered in dust.
She didn’t move, standing quietly. There was nothing else she could do, except offer him this last bit of comfort.
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