He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 126

These words, coming from a Felix who had once been so proud, so in control, were filled with a sad absurdity. This was the lowest, most desperate plea he could imagine.

Hearing this, Stella slowly turned her head back, her gaze falling on his face once more. In her eyes, there was no disgust, no mockery, not even pity, only a dear, almost sorrowful calmness.

she shook her head gently, as if sighing for a lost soul who refused to see the light.

Then, she stood up, walked to the bedside, and carefully tucked in the messy corner of his blanket. Her movement was gentle, as natural as when she had noistened his lips, but it also created an even greater sense of distance.

Felix,” she gave him one last look, her voice very soft, yet it felt like a final judgment, “take care.”

With that, she didn’t linger, turning and walking with steady, resolute steps towards the door.

The crisp, regular sound of her heels clicking on the floor was like a series of blows on Felix’s breaking heart.

He reached out a hand futilely, trying to grasp something, but caught only empty, cold air.

He watched her back disappear behind the door as it slowly closed, completely cutting off his view and extinguishing all his faint, unrealistic hopes.

n the room, all that was left was his own harsh, pained breathing and the indifferent beeping of the machines.

he sun was still bright, but it could no longer penetrate the barren wasteland of his heart.

ime flew by, and in the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

Vienna, Austria.

nside the Golden Hall, the lights were brilliant, every seat taken.

onight was the final performance of the world tour for the internationally acclaimed pianist Stella Winter, a highly anticipated musical event.

n an inconspicuous corner of the audience sat two figures.

eliz wore a well–tailored dark suit. The years had etched some lines on his face, stripping away his former sharp arrogance and replacing it with a quiet,

world–weary air.

leside him sat a timid little boy of about seven or eight, whose features bore a slight resemblance to his own–his and Hazel’s son, whom he had named Frost.

le had insisted on the name, a silent, pathetic brand of repentance.

The child had grown up in the Vance family estate. Felix rarely visited him, and their relationship was as distant as that of strangers.

Today, for some unknown reason, he had impulsively brought him along.

When the stage lights focused, and Stella, in an elegant black floor length gown, walked gracefully to the Steinway piano at center stage, the entire hall fell

ilent.

Felix’s gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, could not move from her.

On stage, she was radiant.

rime seemed to have been especially kind to her, not taking away her beauty, but adding a more captivating charm and depth.

Her gaze was calm and confident. As her fingers touched the keys, the notes that flowed out were sometimes mournful, sometimes majestic, filled with a life force and emotional tension that completely captivated every member of the audience.

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