My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 550

Candice's voice was very gentle, but Alex acted as if he had received great shock and his entire body trembled.

His voice was shaking too. "Don't speak. I beg you. Please don't say anything… I'm afraid."

He was afraid to hear those ruthless and sarcastic words from her, and he was also afraid that she only felt annoyance and distance towards him.

It should not have been like this.

Things between them should not have been like this.

No… They were not like this in the past. It was him. It was him who had forced Candice to become the way she was.

Alex could no longer hold on to Candice and he kept feeling as if his body lacked any energy whatsoever.

But the harder he tried to hold on, the more force he exerted. But in reality, Candice did not feel much of it on her body.

Instead, because Alex had a drip on his hand, this sudden exertion made the blood flow back.

The lower section of the infusion tube was all red, and the place where the needle was inserted on the back of his hand began to bleed.

Candice had taken care of her grandfather before and roughly knew how to deal with this situation. She decisively pried Alex's hand from her arm and put it back on the bed.

With his hand empty, Alex stared blankly at her, about to speak, but heard Candice's voice, devoid of emotion. "Deal with your hand injury first before talking."

Alex shut up. He just looked at Candice with a dim gaze.

The nurse arrived quickly and dealt with the needle in Alex's hand efficiently, emphasizing once again that he should receive the drip properly.

Candice stayed in the ward for a while, then prepared to leave. "Sieg is outside. I'll let him come in and keep you company."

Alex opened his mouth. "Cici, I... "

Without turning back, Candice said, "Deal with your injury first before saying anything else."

Alex looked at her, a bit stubborn. "There's nothing else. What I want to tell you is, since the day I found out you were missing, I've been afraid. I wish I could strangle Oscar, or even myself. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been in such danger.

"Cici, please, give me a chance to make amends, okay? The old me was just a jerk..." He looked at Candice pleadingly, waiting for her judgment.

Candice's grip on the door handle tightened slowly. She listened to Alex's dry, hopeful voice, but inside, her heart was desolate.

She did not move, her gaze lowered, looking at her knuckles turning white from the force, wanting to speak but feeling her throat sore.

It was not until a while later that she summoned all her strength to say two words. "Not okay."

Of course, it was not okay.

Alex said that he wanted to compensate her, but how was he to compensate her? Where should he start with his amends and compensation?

Was it her few years of youth, or the self-esteem trampled upon when mocked and ridiculed, or the so-called protection that he spoke of, which caused real and tangible harm to her?

In the years she liked Alex, Candice had worn down her passionate feelings into a wasteland.

Everyone who got to know her later said she was rational, they said she was calm.

But would a truly rational and calm person stick by someone's side for so many years like this — watching him get intimate with others, watching him give up on herself for others?

Did it not hurt? Was it not uncomfortable? Did she not feel aggrieved?

It was just that her forcibly cast calm outer shell had locked these feelings inside her body.

Especially after she saw Alex's tolerant and gentle love for others, how could her already barren heart possibly believe in him wholeheartedly?