His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Elian Had a Car Accident

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Realizing he was looking at the cotton candy, she held it out. “If you like it, you can have it.”

She didn’t eat it herself; she’d just gotten one because everyone else was.

Elian’s smile deepened. “If only you would give me everything I liked.”

Liana immediately looked down again.

“Not taking me to your room to sit for a bit?”

He looked at her expectantly, forcing the issue.

Clearly, if he didn’t mention it, the thought would never cross her mind.

“No,” Liana replied flatly.

“Mrs. Locke, even if your husband just ‘happened’ to be in the area, the hotel he’s staying at really isn’t close by.”

He remained patient.

“Mr. Locke, if you’re tired, I’m sure a phone call would bring a car. Should I call Anya for you?”

Liana’s question was pointed.

Elian watched her for a long moment, feeling a frustrating sense of helplessness. He simply took another step forward, his eyes dropping to her trousers.

Liana instinctively stepped back. Elian advanced again.

Unable to retreat further, she looked up at him. “Stop.”

“Look at us. Does this look anything like a married couple?”

His voice was suddenly low, tinged with something unreadable.

It was then that Liana remembered. She raised her hand and, with a firm tug, slid off her wedding band. “Here. Take it back.”

She slapped it against his chest, not caring if he caught it, and tried to walk

past

him.

Elian raised a hand automatically, but the ring slipped through his fingers.

He stood there as a cold draft from the entrance swirled around him. The last trace of a smile

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vanished from his face, replaced by a chilling intensity.

For Liana, her position was crystal clear. She’d made her choice.

She walked away without looking back.

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Here, in another city, there were no watchful elders to grow distressed at the sight of her bare finger.

She was tired of playing the perfect granddaughter-in-law.

Once we’re back, I’ll ask Rosalind if I can truly be her granddaughter.

As for Elian, she just wouldn’t have him anymore, even if a part of her still loved him.

Yeah, damn it-she hadn’t let go yet.

But that wouldn’t stop her from leaving.

She had just reached her floor when her phone rang.

She’d vaguely heard something about a minor accident outside. Seeing an unknown number, she answered automatically. “Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Locke? I, um, I think I just hit a Mr. Locke…”

Liana gasped, immediately turning and rushing back toward the elevators.

Chloe was sharing a room with her. Hearing the commotion, she checked the door, then closed it again.

With a man now in the room, she hesitated, then sent Liana a WhatsApp message, “Ms. Keane, my husband came too. Could you maybe crash with Mr. Locke for the night?”

Liana didn’t see the message. In her black heels, she sprinted out of the hotel lobby as soon as the elevator doors opened.

An ambulance was just preparing to leave. She ran toward it. “Elian!”

“Ma’am, you can’t go over there.”

“I’m his wife!”

Barred by the paramedic, Liana watched anxiously as the stretcher was loaded into the ambulance.

The man on the stretcher managed a faint smile upon hearing her, then quickly closed his eyes

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“Elian? Elian?”

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Liana climbed in after him, her voice tight with worry as she looked at his seemingly unconscious form.

“Ma’am, is this your ring? The gentleman seemed to be looking for this just before the accident,” the driver who had hit him approached cautiously.

Liana turned and saw the ring she’d thrown at his chest. Her nose stung.

He got hit because he went to pick up her ring?

At a hotel entrance? How careless could he be?

She wanted to scold him, but a wave of guilt washed over her before she could even stan

She took the ring and sat down beside him in the ambulance.

The cotton candy was still there, out of place in an ambulance, oddly tender and bittersweet.

The spot on his head where she’d hit him with the river rock wasn’t fully healed. He’d hidden it under his hair.

She gently brushed the strands aside, her heart aching. When she saw the fresh abrasions on his hand, tears she couldn’t control began to fall.

“Don’t cry. It hurts me more.”

His low voice reached her ears.

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