"Me?"
Elena hooked her lips, put back the tears that were about to fall, "Edward, don't think I'll believe you just because you come to me to show pity, what I need is not this, and not your the Ford Group!"
"I didn't mean it like that, I just wanted to make up for it ......"
"In that case, you should spend your life making up for it, not running away!"
The words spat out in a clear voice were loud and clear, causing Edward's entire body to freeze instantly.
He looked at Elena in front of him dumbfounded, and his heart was happy and sad ......
"Elena, in fact, you don't have to pity me, all this, I am to blame."
Elena looked away coldly, "I have no pity for you, just the truth."
She does not need him to use the so-called sacrifice to make her whole, that kind of experience she really had enough, and do not want to go back to personally experience ......
"So, in the final analysis, you still won't forgive me?" He lowered his eyes, unable to conceal his hurt.
Elena pursed her lips, did not look at him, just faintly said, "there is no forgiveness not forgiveness, originally there was no hate, why to forgive this?"
She would rather not have to make that choice herself if she could.
Edward's lips twitched, and the tears in his eyes kept beating.
There has been no hate, nor has there been any difference between ...... and a stranger?
These words fell on his ears, but he could not help but feel that it would be good if she hated him, so that at least he was still remembered by her.
"I see ......" he smiled to himself, vaguely understanding what was going on, "Elena, you say, how nice it would be if time could start over, I could make the choice again, make it up to Joanna again, in another right way to keep her by my side ......"
"It's just a pity that there is no if!"
Elena sneered, "Edward, you actually knew you were doing it wrong back then, but what about you? What did you do later? It's pointless to talk about this now, long ago!"
Edward was choked by her word to say half a sentence, a pot of cold water poured down from the sky, wetting him from head to toe thoroughly and completely, incomparably cold ......
She was right, he knew he was doing it wrong, but chose to make the same mistake again and again.
He thought that Joanna loved him, and that in time she would come around and stay by her side ......
Later, Joanna died and it was her turn. He still thought that Elena was just following Joanna's stubborn nature and that there would be a day of compromise, but it turned out that he was still wrong, wrong as hell!
He, on the other hand, is already too deep in the mud to save himself.
Edward smiled and got up, patted his body, and didn't know what he had figured out, all relaxed, "Elena, I will listen to you, live well, live with this sin on my back, and won't do anything to make you but."
"I ...... didn't mean to worry about you!" Elena strained her neck in denial.
Only, that heartfelt look had already betrayed her.
Edward laughed lowly and pulled her up.
His hand patted her shoulder, and when he withdrew it again, his trembling hand was also withdrawn behind his back, "Elena, if I could, I would really like you to call me Daddy, only ...... I don't know if there will be such a day... ..."
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