The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 500

In all her past memories, Gideon was a ruthless, iron-fisted businessman who valued efficiency above all else and looked down on weakness.

He would never waste even half a second on a meaningless straight line.

But now, he was perfectly willing to spend an entire evening just sitting behind her, holding her crippled hand, drawing boring, monotonous straight lines on paper over and over again.

He was treating her like a fragile infant learning to walk for the first time—shielding her from every storm, carrying the weight of all her failures.

The memory of that bloodied teenage boy shielding her in the pouring rain in that alley ten years ago...

began to slowly overlap with the man sitting behind her now, holding her hand to draw lines on white paper.

She had once believed that she would end up shattered into pieces in her one-sided chase after him.

All those years of his exclusive favoritism toward Giselle... All the warmth and protection she had chased for ten solid years but could never attain...

Now, after enduring a seemingly endless, hellish torment and despair, after crossing the boundary between life and death—that exact warmth and protection had finally, truly fallen onto her.

The grievances and bitterness she had forcefully buried deep within her heart melted into silent tears under his absolute, unconditional acceptance.

Gideon felt the hot tears strike the back of his hand.

He tightened the arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. He didn't try to wipe her tears away; he simply let her cry silently in the safety of his embrace.

Holding her hand, his thumb gently caressed the uneven scars on the back of her skin.

"Whatever you want to draw, I will hold your hand and draw it with you."

...

Occasionally, Anya would be brought over to the villa to keep Nora company.

The first time the young girl stepped inside the opulent Oceanside Villa, she was utterly stunned.

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