Chapter 19
In the room, Maryann stood quietly in front of the windowsill.
A gentle, drizzling rain began to fall outside the window.
Lawrence had been standing there all along, his custom-made suit soaked through by the rain, clinging to his body and making his figure appear even thinner.
Cold raindrops slid down his cheeks, looking like a single tear of regret.
A faint ripple flickered in Maryann’s eyes, but that was all.
The next second, a coat was draped over her shoulders.
“I made some ginger tea. Drink a little don’t catch a cold,” Darian said gently.
Maryann nodded, the corners of her lips curving slightly.
Meeting Darian was, in its own way, a wonderful twist of fate.
When she first arrived in Switzerland, everything was unfamiliar, and the strangeness left her at a loss.
It was Darian who took the initiative to help her, showing her around the small town and helping her adapt, little by little.
And when she moved out overnight to avoid Lawrence, only to be robbed on the road, it was Darian who came to her aid.
After all these encounters, the two of them became truly close.
She knew there was a different kind of affection in the way Darian looked at her.
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“From the very first moment I saw you I liked you.”
my own
“But you don’t need to feel troubled at all, because liking you is business, being good to you is my own choice. You just need to be yourself…”
Those words of confession still seemed to echo in her ears.
Now, looking at him, Maryann reached out and hugged him: “Thank you, Darian.”
Lawrence was far more persistent than she had imagined.
The rain fell for three days straight, and he stood outside for all three days, stubbornly refusing to leave.
Darian brought freshly baked bread and steak to her: “He’s still outside.”
Maryann didn’t spare him a single glance: “Ignore him.”
He brought this on himself; it had nothing to do with her.
Another three days passed. Lawrence was burning with fever, his mind hazy, and he staggered to his knees, yet still stared fixedly at Maryann’s door.
Maryarosentmindedly ate the salad in her bowl.
an immediately saw what she was thinking, handed her an umbrella, and spoke gently: “If you have something to say, just go say it. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
Maryann paused, met his gaze, and finally reached out to take the umbrella.
In the rain, Lawrence’s lips had turned purple from the cold, and his
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