Chapter 128 Protecting Her
Aylin’s fingers gently paused around Steve’s hand, her expression tinged with complexity.
She knew that Steve genuinely loved her as a daughter-in-law, and his affection for her was truly heartfelt.
If it were the her from the past, she would have been overjoyed.
Now that she has regained her memory, she is no longer willing to be that humble housewife who bows her head and loses her self-esteem for love.
Aylin whispered softly, “Grandpa Steve, I appreciate your kindness, but I just don’t have feelings for him anymore.”
The past three years seem to have been like a dream.
The furnishings and decorations in the Delacruz’s home remained unchanged, but she was no longer a part of this family.
Things have changed, and so have we. With a hint of emotion in her voice, Aylin said, “Maybe we really aren’t meant to be together. You’ve seen how we’ve been getting along these past three years, Grandpa Steve. We’ve already held each other back for so long, and now my life is slowly getting back on track. Forcing something that isn’t meant to be will never make it sweet, and I’m sure you understand that, Grandpa Steve.”
How could one not understand?
Steve looked deeply into Aylin’s eyes, his wrinkled face sagging, unable to hide the overwhelming sense of desolation.
He let out a long sigh, “It seems you’ve made up your mind. Poor Gavyn, he’s just not fortunate enough to continue living this life with you.”
Steve rubbed his forehead, “Forget it, let’s not talk about that. Aylin, you haven’t told me when you learned to drive?”
“Oh, this? I am-”
Aylin was just about to answer with a smile when, halfway through her sentence, there came a knock on the door from outside.
Alfred respectfully said, “Old Mr. Delacruz, Mrs. Haleigh Delacruz, and Ms. Delacruz have returned and are waiting outside.”
Steve’s face darkened, and he snorted, “So they finally decided to come back! Let them all in, and tell that rascal Gavyn to get in here too!”
Yes.
With permission granted, Alfred turned and led Haleigh and her two children into the house.
The door creaked open, and Carmen, with a worried expression, rushed, in first. “Grandpa, you walked so fast, you had me worried to death! How are you?”
However, she had barely taken two steps when her legs, clad in high heels, felt as if they were filled with lead, stiffening and freezing in place.
Suddenly, a furious roar erupted.
“How did you get here?”
“Who’s there? Stop shouting and making a fuss.”
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