The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 485

She didn't even know if the baby had been a boy or a girl. She never even had the chance to buy it a single piece of soft clothing.

In this world, she, too, was nothing but a lonely ghost who had lost everything.

She was dragging this broken shell of a body around, barely surviving in this remote southern town, enduring the excruciating torture of her memories day in and day out.

She didn't even have a grave she could visit, not a single person she could pour her heart out to.

Nora's breathing hitched.

A sharp, stinging redness flooded her eyes, and warm tears spun frantically in her vision.

She bit down hard on her lower lip until the metallic taste of blood spread across her tongue, forcing back the tears that threatened to break the dam.

She helped the elderly woman stand up and slowly walked her to the front door of the shop.

The woman's hunched back gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

Nora stood beneath the porch, staring at the damp cobblestone path, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

Gideon stood by the register, his gaze never once leaving her.

He saw her red eyes. He saw her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably beneath her clothes.

A visible crack appeared on his perpetually cold, composed face.

His towering frame stiffened, the color draining from his complexion as a dense, stabbing pain flared in the very depths of his heart.

The agony spread from his chest into his limbs, making it almost impossible to breathe.

He couldn't stand seeing her look this devastated, even if it was just because of a stranger's fleeting words.

Nora turned around and walked back into the shop, preparing to clean up the leftover stems and petals.

Gideon took a long stride, closing the distance to stand by her side.

His broad frame blocked the cold wind blowing through the door.

Looking at her reddened eyes, he kept his voice very soft, laced with cautious reassurance.

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