Mr. Lockwood?
Ah, Mr. Lockwood, so I am Mr. Lockwood to you.
Fake, all so terribly fake.
Her getting close to him was fake, her smiles were fake, her concern was fake, saying she would choose him was faked…
She never truly stepped into his world, never truly seen him. It was all his delusional fantasy, and the fragile illusion of his own making shattered with a single blow.
Hahaha!
But Xan, why must you treat me this way? Why?
If you never cared, why did you provoke me?
Matthew was terrified by his crazed laughter, feeling as if the man before him was more a demon than a human, sending chills down his spine. “Madman.”
Hearing his laughter, Xanthea had an instant urge to throw caution to the wind and rush toward him.
“Boss!”
Outside the blazing fire, Cedric rushed in with a look of panic, only to see Xanthea running out.
“Xan? Xan?”
Matthew quickly followed her, watching her trembling figure in the cold wind, light and fragile like a leaf, as if she could be blown away at any moment.
“Xan, what’s wrong?”
Only when he got closer did he see her crying, tears streaming down like rain, blurring her delicate features.
“Why are you crying? Did Orion bully you?”
He went to hug her, but she pushed him away, shaking her head, “No, it’s nothing. I just got smoke in my eyes.”
That afternoon, clouds that had been building all day were torn open by a flash of lightning, and a torrential downpour followed. The storm brought howling winds and roaring thunder, making the dark sky feel like it was about to collapse.
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