Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

The moment Gregory spoke, Anathea’s pupils constricted in shock

Not only did Gregory understand Frevancian, but he could speak it too.

That meant he’d heard and understood every word she and Olivia had exchanged earlier. No wonder his expression had been so dark earlier.

Gregory’s eyes fixed on her intensely. Her delicate face and her lips, which were flushed from their earlier kiss, only seemed to fuel his anger even more. The words she’d spoken had come from those very lips.

She’d said she didn’t like him anymore.

Not only did she no longer love him, she didn’t even like him anymore. She was done with him!

How could he remain calm in the face of that?

“Anathea, you said you don’t like me anymore. Were you being serious?” Gregory’s deep eyes radiated an overwhelming pressure, as if a storm were about to break.

He’d wanted to lash out when he first overheard her words at the banquet.

But when he thought of the time he’d humiliated Anathea in front of Thomas and how her face had been drained of color, as if it could shatter with a single touch, he’d held back. He hadn’t wanted to cause a scene in public.

He’d never been so considerate of anyone’s feelings before.

But he couldn’t bear the way Anathea had spoken so casually when she said she didn’t like him anymore.

It was as if she’d finally removed him from her heart and didn’t care about him at all.

He couldn’t contain it anymore. His emotions were a whirlpool. Even he couldn’t understand them fully. That was why he had to

get an answer from Anathea.

Even if she lied to him and said she was just joking, he could convince himself to believe her, though he was typically so full of

suspicion.

But Anathea just looked up at him, took a soft breath, and quietly answered, “Yes. I don’t like you anymore.”

Her voice was soft, yet her words landed like a heavy blow, striking deep into Gregory’s heart.

“Why?” Gregory’s voice dropped to an icy coldness. “Is it because of that Morgenstein guy?”

He couldn’t think of anyone else who could cause such a shift in her feelings.

“No,” Anathea denied outright. “I just think that as adults, it’s really not that important whether we like each other or not. Why keep asking? Besides…”

She pressed her lips together. “I don’t think you even want me to like you.”

After all, even a river could carve a canyon. How could a heart, built of flesh, not soften after all these years of love?

But Gregory’s didn’t. He was colder and more heartless than she’d ever imagined.

So, Anathea could only guess that he’d never needed her love. In fact, he might even resent

“How do you know I don’t want it?” Gregory’s voice grew harsh. “Anathea, I hate it when people make decisions for me!”

Anathea’s lashes fluttered in surprise at his sharp reaction. Confused, she asked, “Do you like me?”

Gregory froze for a moment. A strange emotion passed across his eyes.

For someone so used to playing the game of business, where he faced sharp questions and kept his composure, Gregory now

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