A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 251

Winifred's face turned icy. "Please, don't hurt me anymore."

To describe her devotion to that past relationship as simply "loving him to death" would be an understatement. It was exactly what the Lockwoods mocked her for—a pathetic, idiotic tragedy of a romance.

And beyond the emotional toll, the memory of being pushed into the river resurfaced. That had literally been... loving someone to death.

The scabs were being ripped off, over and over again. It burned.

Seeing the fierce pain in her eyes, Leland fell silent.

The two of them walked down the street of local artisan shops. Winifred led the way, heading toward Milo Sterling and his team. Leland followed silently behind her.

After Winifred and Milo finished picking up a few things, she turned to see Leland crouching next to a woven basket, waiting for an elderly vendor to chip away at a massive block of Artisan Rock Candy.

The old man had a shock of white hair and a beard that reached his collarbone. His withered, trembling hands moved at a snail’s pace. The sun was already beginning to set.

"What are you buying candy for?" Winifred asked. It hardly seemed like the kind of snack a grown man would want.

"For my son. And my daughter!" Leland opened a bag wider, gesturing for the old man to chisel off a few more chunks.

Since Milo was standing right there, Winifred swallowed her retort and didn't argue with him. Instead, she turned to Milo.

"Why don't you guys head out now?" she suggested. "It's getting late. Driving through the night isn't safe, and the roads will get icy."

Milo was heading back to Kingsbridge. She, however, had to stay in Seaport City. Iris Morgan had let it slip that Madeleine was being released from custody tomorrow, and Winifred wasn't done with that vicious woman yet.

Milo furrowed his brow, a deep, weary sorrow hiding in his eyes. "Can you... tell me exactly what your relationship is with Leland?"

"He's my boss. I signed a contract with his family as their private doctor."

Milo's expression relaxed slightly. He pulled out his phone. "Winifred, let's exchange numbers. It'll be easier to keep in touch."

"Sure." She took out her phone and scanned his code.

Before they parted ways, she asked, "Milo, are you still single?"

He nodded.

He pointed at a tray of Potato Crisps. "A pound of those, too."

Winifred turned to the vendor. "Please, don't sell it to him."

"The customer is paying, and I'm running a business. Why wouldn't I sell?" Leland projected an aura of absolute authority.

Caught in the middle, the vendor quickly sided with the imposing billionaire.

After a flurry of bagging and boxing, over a dozen bags of snacks were shoved into Leland's hands.

The backseat of the car was piled high with junk food. As they drove through the night, the plastic bags rustled endlessly against each other.

Winifred felt she needed to set things straight. "What exactly goes through your head?"

She had explicitly told him she was severing their personal relationship, but he was acting like he hadn't heard a word, just doing whatever he pleased.

"You broke my heart," he murmured, his tone dripping with pathetic grievance.