His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Elian’s Trust in Anya

The more Liana thought about it, the more she felt she had no reason left to be sad.

She steeled herself, laid a light hand on her front-door andle, and urged softly, “You should go to the hospital. I’m worried Anya might hurt Theo.”

“Anya’s just inexperienced with children. She wouldn’t do something like that,” he said, still holding her hand, yet firmly declaring his trust in another woman.

Liana couldn’t contain her curiosity. “When exactly did you build such an unshakable bond of trust?”

“We did charity work together in college,” Elian explained.

Liana regretted asking. She nodded. “Mr. Locke, I suspect you’ve been deeply in love with Anya for a long time. You should…”

She looked at the chest she’d leaned against for hundreds of nights, the source of so much past security. After a struggle, she forced the words out firmly, “You should face your feelings, get a divorce, marry her, and live happily ever after.”

“Are you jealous?” he asked, studying her even more intently.

His voice was deep and smooth, magnetic even, but Liama only found it ridiculous.

She even wanted to curse him out, but good manners won.

Fortunately, Anya’s call came through. Elian glanced at is phone and answered. “What is it?”

“Elian, when are you coming? Theo’s waiting to have dinner with you.”

“On my way.”

He hung up. The hand intertwined with hers slowly loosened, but his fingers still tangled with one of hers, refusing to let go completely.

He was pinching her fingertip, and it hurt. Liana quickly pulled her hand back into her pocket. “Goodbye.”

In truth, she hoped they’d never meet again.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Locke.”

Elian looked at her for a long moment before uttering those three words.

Liana kept her eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. When his hand moved to touch her face, she instinctively turned away.

But then, both of his hands cupped her face. There was no escaping.

The warmth of his palms quickly spread across her cool skin, bringing a flush.

Then, his forehead gently pressed against hers. His lips parted slightly, as if many words were caught in his throat, unsure which to say first.

In the end, he said nothing.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. As she tried to retreat further against the wall, he let out a frustrated breath, tilting her face up.

Feeling their breath mingle, Liana immediately tried to speak. “Don’t—”

Before she could finish, he bent his knees, cradled her face, and, slightly below her height, tipped his head up to claim her mouth.

Then, he was gone.

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