The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 400

Sensing that something was deeply wrong with him, Lavinia instinctively stood up. "I'm going back inside."

The moment she turned, he grabbed her hand.

His grip was desperate, terrifyingly tight, as if she would vanish into thin air if he let go for even a second.

Garnett looked up at her slowly. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice so hoarse it was barely a whisper.

"Lavinia... I love you."

She froze, her breath catching in her throat.

"Lavinia, you are the only person I have ever truly loved."

His hand gripped hers with bruising force, yet it shook uncontrollably. His words started spilling out in a frantic, chaotic mess.

"We dated, I proposed, you said yes, we got married. Those two years—we loved each other. I see it clearly now. I love you. If only I had realized it sooner. If I had just known a little sooner, you never would have left. We would have been together forever."

She was terrified by his unraveling. She tried to yank her hand away, but he pulled her hand to his forehead, bowing his head over it like a desperate worshipper begging for salvation.

"You're so good. You're so kind. Please, can you just give me a little bit of your love back? Just a tiny bit is all I need. I miss you so much. I can't live without you. I moved back to the house. Even though you're not there, I went back. Every day, I look at the things you left behind. The body wash, the shampoo... they're completely empty, but I can't throw them away. You bought them. They're proof that we built a life together."

He pressed her hand against his face, his head bowed deeply as his shoulders began to heave violently.

This impossibly arrogant, untouchable man was crying. Right here, in someone else's garden, sobbing uncontrollably as he begged her.

Lavinia stood there, utterly paralyzed. She didn't know how to process what she was feeling—shock, deep discomfort, and absolute chaos tearing through her mind.

He had shown vague signs of this before, but she had always assumed it was just his bruised ego refusing to lose. It wasn't until this exact moment that she finally believed him.

He was far too proud for this. He was the kind of man who would rather die than cry and beg. Yet here he was—shattered, pathetic, and agonizingly vulnerable.

A pang of empathetic sorrow tugged at her heart. But going back was impossible.

"Stop this. I'm already so far gone," she said, trying to pull away while offering a fragile sliver of comfort. "The last six months were hell for me, but I survived. I moved on. There's nothing in this world you can't get over. You will move on too."

But he refused to let go. He clung to her hand, his head bowed as tremors wracked his body.

Hot tears splashed onto her shoes. Lavinia's brow furrowed tightly.

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