“Oh? So, now that Hayward’s gone, what should we do?” asked a perplexed Gerald.
“Hmph! Don’t worry. He will definitely come back for me… One, Two, Three…”
Lilian counted with her fingers when suddenly, Sharon’s voice suddenly came over her shoulder.
“Hayward, what are you doing?”
“Lilian, there are some things that I need to clear up with you. I don’t know what you think of me now, but I admit I was wrong for not standing up for you when Sharon hit you yesterday. I’ve been regretting it a lot. I sincerely hope that you’ll give me a chance. I wish to prove that I am way stronger and capable compared to a nouveau riche like Gerald!” replied Hayward, his tone contrite, much humbler than he always sounded.
Obviously, his self-esteem seemed completely diminished, which was once held so highly by him.
Gerald couldn’t help feeling a deep sense of admiration toward Lilian as he watched the scene unfold from the sidelines.
“But I already have Gerald, a guy who has a luxury car, and he’s about to buy me lots of branded cosmetics and bags too! What about you? What can you offer me?” Lilian asked in response.
“Wow! So, you and Gerald are together simply because he’s wealthier than me, right?” Hayward asked in disappointment and disbelief.
Gerald remembered how the conversation sounded eerily familiar. Wasn’t that what Xavia said at the small grove the other day?
He completely understood what was going on; it wasn’t because Hayward really loved Lilian but rather, a question of the very fabric of the dignity of a man.
It had always been the case, whether he liked it or not. Men like Hayward, with a wall of ego surrounding him, would never be able to swallow the fact that the person who was once head-over-heels for him was now in love with someone else.
He desired to conquer Lilian in her entirety to reclaim his dignity.
“Say whatever you like! Let’s go for a ride, Gerald.”
Lilian then grabbed Gerald’s arm before the two headed off to his car.
“Get out of my way! You’re standing in my way,” said Gerald as he patted Hayward gently on his chest before walking towards the parking lot.
Unwilling to yield, Hayward chased after the two.
“Gerald, can I drive your car? I have never driven something this good before,” begged Lilian with a sparkle in her eye.
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