Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 614

That night, a torrential downpour struck the city.

Julian didn't go home. Instead, he drove straight to Willow's current apartment complex and stood outside her building in the pouring rain all night.

His tailored suit was completely soaked through, his damp hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were heavily bloodshot, making him look completely wretched and haggard from standing out in the cold rain.

He waited until dawn broke and the storm finally eased. At last, he saw two figures walking shoulder to shoulder out of the building.

Willow was wearing a simple, elegant beige knit dress, her expression soft and serene. Beside her, Silas was dressed in a bespoke black suit, his posture tall and commanding. He casually rested his hand on the small of her back. The atmosphere between them was so intimately happy that it instantly ignited a murderous rage inside Julian.

But he forcefully swallowed it down. He knew full well that he was in the wrong here. He had come to beg for forgiveness, and he couldn't afford to ruin the mood the second he opened his mouth.

Willow, of course, spotted him. She had been in a wonderful mood. Silas had just made her wontons for breakfast, and they were so delicious that they were discussing having them again tomorrow. The moment she glanced up and saw Julian standing there, her good mood evaporated.

Beside her, Silas's expression was no better. A layer of frost immediately blanketed his eyes, radiating extreme caution and disgust. Instinctively, he stepped slightly in front, firmly shielding Willow as he looked down at the pathetic, soaking-wet Julian.

Seeing Willow's gaze, Julian was struck by a cocktail of heartbreak and resentment. In a daze, he remembered the past. Back when they were younger, Willow's eyes used to be full of him. Her gaze was always soft and passionate, hiding a heart full of joy and cautious adoration. Whenever she looked at him, it was always with a tender smile, pure and sincere.

But now, those eyes that once overflowed with love held nothing but bone-chilling apathy and utter revulsion.

His heart felt like it was being crushed by a giant fist. The pain made it hard to breathe. Exhaling a shaky breath, he finally voiced the name he hadn't earned the right to say. "Willow."

The moment the word left his lips, a violent wave of nausea churned in Willow's stomach. Her face paled slightly, and her brows furrowed in discomfort.

Noticing her reaction, Silas immediately reached out and gently rubbed her back, asking softly, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Do you want to go back and rest for a bit?"

Willow shook her head slightly, suppressing the urge to gag. "I'm fine. It just made me sick to my stomach hearing him call my name."

She hadn't spared Julian a single glance the entire time. "Let's go. Ignore him."

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