True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz) novel Chapter 869

After so many years, they finally held hands again.

Timothy's pupils contracted uncontrollably. A tinge of pain flashed across his eyes as he held the pair of old and pale hands.

Memories of the past kept flashing through his mind, but he could not go back.

Why didn't he just propose back then?

Why did he have such a huge ego back then?

Why didn't he lower his head to say some heartfelt words? Was his ego that in power?

Even up to the point of loss, he would hide in a corner and secretly lick his wound. What was the point of having that ridiculous ego?

Now, they all had their own families and children, but when he woke up at night, he always had insomnia. The regret in their hearts.

Now, they were standing so close to each other. Why bother to recall the memories of the past when they met again?

However, no matter how hard he tried, his heart couldn't help missing her and reminiscing.

Candace also held his hand and wanted to do it with a little strength, but she couldn't do it.

She didn't seem to be able to do it.

When she came down from the top floor while hanging on the sheets, she had exhausted all her strength.

She pulled her lips awkwardly, smiled, and said, "I don't seem to be able to get out of the car. Can you drag me down?"

He stared deeply at her, as if he was still deciding. He stooped down and carried her out all of a sudden.

Both of them were stunned.

She probably didn't expect him to reach out to hold her, so she was also surprised. It was not until he carried her that she reacted.

She immediately turned around and did not look at him.

Both of them felt awkward, and neither of them spoke.

Holding this woman again, Timothy found she was so light that she barely had any weight on her left.

How could she be so light?

He carried Candace out of the car and walked to the other side of the flower field. When they arrived, there was a huge stone, which was the boundary marker of the flower field. He put her on it.

Sitting on a huge stone, an embarrassed look flashed across her eyes.

She looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance and said softly, "The air here is so fresh. Over the years, when I dream at night, I always think of this place and many things from the past."

Timothy stood there like a sculpture. He pursed his lips tightly together and didn't speak. He just listened to her quietly.

"Timothy, I'm sorry!"

She suddenly apologized.