My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 532

It was already 10 p.m. Alex's voice sounded hoarse as he said, "I'm really happy that you came to see me, Candice. I miss you a lot, I really want to see you."

Candice lowered her eyelashes. "I don't want to see you."

"I know..." Alex smiled bitterly, then looked at the neon lights outside the hotel. "I just missed you and felt like I had to tell you."

Candice heard the wind on his end, her breath hitched slightly, and she reminded him with closed eyes. "It's already late."

Ignoring her, Alex obstinately continued, "What I said was true, not drunk talk, but what I truly feel. I've never wanted to hurt you."

"And, I'm downstairs at your hotel now, Candice. I..."

She interrupted him. "If you don't hurry back, Sieg will think you're missing again."

As soon as she finished speaking, a loud thunderclap suddenly came from the phone, and she remembered that the weather forecast had predicted rain for today.

It was already summer, and the weather was indeed unpredictable.

Candice took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "It's going to rain, Alex. Don't be so childish."

"I'm not being childish." Alex's voice seemed muffled as if his throat was stuffed with cotton. He spoke with difficulty, one word at a time. "That day, you said to let me let you go and let myself go, but I can't do it."

"Candice, I really can't..."

"You can hit me, scold me, but don't drive me away. It's even worse than killing me..."

Alex's voice no longer had its usual clarity and coldness. Instead, it sounded hoarse and weak. After waking up in the afternoon and learning from Sieg that Candice had left, he came here.

He was desperate to see her. The emotions that had been deliberately suppressed in his heart surged out in another tumultuous way.

Alex had always thought he had strong self-control. His upbringing had always made him feel that he lacked the ability to love.

He never expected or desired such emotions. Seeing Helen and Daniel's life, he felt it was already horribly bad.

He always thought love was absurd and insignificant, far less important than what could be held in hand, so he always valued interests.

Candice's appearance was unexpected. At least initially, Alex just thought Candice was similar to him.

Equally tolerant, equally good at pretending.

At that time, he just wanted to see how long she could endure and how long she could pretend.

So, he patiently orchestrated a meeting, a meeting that now seemed unbelievable.

And this meeting with ulterior motives was just the beginning.

They were so alike, they fit together, and Alex, in his bliss, almost thought he had finally received a gift from fate.

Until he saw Candice with Justin and until Daniel threw those things in front of him.

Then he suddenly woke up, realizing that a selfish and self-centered person like him had no right to talk about love.

Alex was conflicted and tormented. On one hand, he loathed himself; on the other hand, he forced himself to stay away from Candice.

He felt she was like poison, something he shouldn't touch.

But the surface of poison was always sweet, just like Candice.

He couldn't resist his own desires. A person accustomed to darkness, upon suddenly encountering sunlight, would never be willing to return to the darkness.

So, he thought, if only Candice could be more insightful, it would be better if he left—

If only she could hide it from him.

If only she could stay.