Myra couldn’t help exclaiming in agony as a wave of piercing pain assaulted her, cold sweat beading on her cheeks. “Have you lost your mind, Sean Chase?”
Sean’s eyes were pitch-black and menacing, very much like a hellhound that came out of the depths of hell, his chest heaving incessantly from fury. In the end, he snapped bitterly, “I was wondering why you aren’t taking my calls recently, and it turned out that you’re messing around with Elliot Samson! You’re truly something else!”
When he received Lyla’s phone call, he was actually having a meal with a representative from another company to discuss a project, but he rushed over without giving a whit about the project after the taking call. I was initially feeling a tad turned off by such a ploy from Lyla, but I actually witnessed it with my own two eyes earlier, so how could there be a mistake?
“Myra Stark, didn’t you say you love me very much? Is this your so-called love for me? Being all affectionate and intimate with another man?” Rage was written all over Sean’s face, his eyes so glacial that it was as though he wanted to rip her to shreds. “Your love is really cheap!”
Her eyes going wide, Myra stared at the cold man in front of her incredulously. My love for him has always been unreserved. I can’t say anything to the fact that he doesn’t love me and refuses to accept my love, but why must he trample on my heart like this?
“Let go of me!” Myra’s eyes turned slightly red, but she didn’t want to show her weak side to this man, so she sneered at him. “Sean Chase, since you’ve said that you hate me, why would I still foolishly love a man who doesn’t love me? As for your accusation against me, I find it truly ridiculous! Do you need me to do a count of the number of women you’ve fooled around with in the past two years?”
It was as though she was venting all the despair from her one-sided love all these years through these words as she ruthlessly flung them at the man before her. Despite knowing that they wouldn’t affect him in the slightest since he didn’t love her, in that instance, she just wanted to give voice to the disappointment that was bottled up within her no matter what.
Sean froze, the chilliness that had been radiating off him gradually dissipating. Never had he expected her to say such a thing to him, and her remark of ‘why would I still foolishly love a man who doesn’t love me’ rendered him inexplicably panicked even though he didn’t know why he was feeling that way. “I…” In a flash, his gaze turned conflicted. He instinctively wanted to say ‘I don’t want to hate you anymore’, but his nerves were abruptly stretched taut upon realizing the direction of his thoughts. His gaze became ominous, and he again tightened his grip on her wrist. “Don’t change the subject! I thought that you’re sincere toward me albeit your innate viciousness, but you actually got together with Elliot Samson!”
Myra hadn’t expected the sudden increase of force, the excruciating pain causing her face to go pale. However, she merely bit her lip hard and sniggered mockingly. “You think I’m not sincere enough toward you?”
Sean merely stared at her intently.
Never had Myra felt this helpless. “So, who’s sincere toward you since you think I’m not sincere enough? Lyla Fisher?” She pointed a finger at the woman beside him, her face etched with stark despair. “Have you forgotten who stayed by your side back then? Have you forgotten who accompanied you during the difficult times? Sean Chase, I put up with your indifference in the past two years because you said you don’t love me yet. But now, let me tell you that I don’t want to do so anymore!”
Gritting her teeth, she struggled to free her hand from his hold, not letting up even when her wrist bone cracked. Finally shaking him off after much difficulty, she promptly sprinted into the distance without any hesitation.
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