My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 558

The car was very quiet. In contrast to the neon-lit road outside, it felt as though the temperature had dropped to zero, very cold and heavy.

Alex held the small camera in his hand. It was the last camera he had removed from where Daniel had placed it. He didn't know why he brought it to show Candice. Subconsciously, perhaps he wanted to provide evidence, to prove that what he said was true. After all, she had previously said that he was too good at lying.

He was also afraid. When he laid out all these unsavory things for her to see, she could just casually say, "You're quite the actor."

Candice remained silent for a while. Her mind was in turmoil, unsure whether to believe what Alex said, as he really was good at lying.

But when she raised her eyes and met his clear black eyes, which were now filled with sadness and fear, her turmoil of emotions gradually calmed down.

Candice's hand on her lap slowly tightened, and she lowered her eyelashes to shield her thoughts.

"Alex," she called softly.

Alex raised his eyes, trembling slightly, as if awaiting a verdict. "I'm here," he replied.

"The day I was kidnapped by Oscar, I actually thought you wouldn't come to rescue me. I don't know why I thought that, but I was very sure.

"Later, I realized it was because every time you denied and rejected me before, it made me realize clearly that I had no weight in your heart, so I learned not to expect anything from you."

As Candice spoke, although her heart was somewhat turbulent, it was not as unbearable as before. At least it didn't make her feel as terrible as before when she thought about it.

Alex listened to her words, his lips trembling slightly. He looked very despondent, wanting to explain, "How could I not come to rescue you..."

But Candice didn't reply to his words, instead, she said, "But you came.

"When I saw you on the rooftop, I really wanted to cry." She sniffed. "Alex, I really liked you before. I liked you so much that I didn't feel like myself anymore. I thought many times that we would get married, have a cute child, and grow old together."

Candice's voice began to choke up. Although she was trying to suppress her tears, it sounded even more heartbreaking.

She clutched her clothes and said, "I really thought so."

Alex was heartbroken by her words. He raised his hand to embrace her, letting her forehead rest on his shoulder.

He lowered his head to gently kiss Candice's hair, trying to comfort her emotions. "I know, it's my fault. I was wrong, I'm really sorry."

Candice buried herself in his embrace, her choked voice filled with confusion. "I don't know, Alex, I really don't know what to do."

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When Candice returned home, Ellis had just fallen asleep, and Yana was waiting in the living room.

Seeing the car lights outside, Yana asked tentatively, "Who brought you home?"

Candice didn't answer. She had cried for a long time and her throat was dry. Yana sensed that something was wrong, but didn't dare to ask too much.

The next morning, Yana left early without letting Candice accompany her. But when she left, she couldn't help but remind Candice, "If you encounter any problems, you must tell me. Don't bear it alone. If it doesn't work out...isn't that person here? He's Ellis's father. He should give you child support."

After seeing Yana off, Candice sat in the quiet living room, slowly coming back to her senses.

She had expended a lot of energy last night, so she had slept deeply, almost falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

It was dreamless, but sweet. Even the words she had spoken to Alex last night hadn’t affected her at all.

Candice shook her head and stopped thinking about last night's events.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and then checked the time, finding Angela's number from her contacts and dialing it.