Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 575

But in that moment, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Theodore froze.

He glanced at her, only to find she couldn't bring herself to look at him, her face turned away.

In an instant, his mind went blank.

He couldn’t think. His body acted before his mind could, and he kissed her again.

A forceful kiss.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

The air seemed to boil. He felt her hesitation, but there was no resistance.

Just before the final step, he cupped her face, his heart pounding wildly as he looked at her dazed, half-lidded eyes.

His throat bobbed. “Emilia, can I?” he asked, his voice raw.

Emilia opened her eyes and looked at the man before her.

It wasn't Tyler. It was Theodore.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Theodore smiled and kissed her, their bodies and souls intertwining.

He finally had her.

Theodore’s heart soared.

He couldn’t control himself. He just wanted more, and more, and more.

Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched, becoming one.

***

Elsewhere.

The moonlight was like water.

Tyler sat alone in the dark apartment at the head of the bed, the safe resting beside him.

He was still trying to remember.

But nothing came to him.

Suddenly, for no reason, an overwhelming sadness washed over him.

He looked up at the moon outside.

At some point, the once-bright moon had been obscured by a cloud.

He felt as if something had left him forever.

This wrenching sense of separation was agonizing.

It was because of her.

Why couldn’t he open it!

He had been trying dates for so long, he had thought of every possible date, so why wouldn't it open!

Urgency, frustration—it all felt like it was destroying him.

Tyler reached out and began trying codes again, relentlessly.

He would try every date, one after another, day by day, starting from that one day, every single day!

“Beep! Incorrect password!”

“Beep…”

Again and again, it was always the same error message.

It was driving Tyler mad.

Something inside him was screaming, struggling to break free, only to be held in check by a thread of reason.

He teetered back and forth on the edge of a breakdown, struggling, unable to find release, unable to completely shatter.

It was almost unbearable.

“Beep! Incorrect password!”

The same cold, electronic voice echoed through the room, grating on his nerves with every repetition.

He kept at it, repeating the same motion, until the sky began to lighten on the horizon.