Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 1072: Joshua Hughes, I'm Sorry

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But in such a fast-food era of love, in such a romantic city, is it really that terrifying, that hard to accept when things like this happen? Besides, he’s willing to take responsibility, he’s willing to give her marriage, give her all his love. But what he offers, she doesn’t want; she wants that man, that cool and dominant man.

She couldn’t stop trembling, stammering as she said, “You’ve helped me more than once. Beckett, last night was my way of repaying you, from now on we owe nothing to each other. Leave, leave at once……..”

She never wants to see this person again in her life, never wants to think of this matter again, for whenever it comes to mind, she feels that earth-shattering nausea.

Her hopeless eyes were like the most beautiful and sorrowful lake water, the dark hair in disarray scattered over the snow-white shoulders, wrapped in a white blanket, she like an ostrich buried her face within it. Even without looking, he knew her face was full of tears.

“Avery Jane, I like you, like you very much, perhaps to the point that it has surpassed my life, so, please give me a chance to make amends, let me take care of you, will you?” He half knelt at her bedside, pleading softly. He had waited for so long for this chance to care for her, especially after seeing Joshua Hughes walk out of her room; the madness in his mind was overwhelming. If he doesn’t act now, he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.

“Your love is selfish, it’s terrifying……” A despairing and bleak accusation, like a nightingale crying blood, making one’s heart tremble with fear.

“Is Joshua Hughes’s love not selfish, not terrifying? Why can you accept him but not me? If it’s because of money, I don’t believe you are a material girl. How exactly do I fall short of him?” This question tormented Beckett like a nightmare, where indeed did he fall short?

Where indeed did he fall short? Avery Jane’s lips curved into a forlorn smile, pitiful like petals floating on the water surface, extremely fragile.

“Perhaps you’re better than him in every way, it’s just I don’t like……” She couldn’t really say what was so good about Joshua Hughes; being by his side simply felt warm, safe, secure, a feeling no other man could give her, one she had never felt before. Just watching him walk step by step towards her made her heartbeat race, breathing in his strong masculine scent, perhaps tobacco mixed with his usual mint soap, along with his innate musk, melding into a scent called Joshua Hughes.

But she can’t anymore, can no longer lean against his broad chest, breathing in that scent that calms her…….

“Give me one more chance……” Just a few short words, yet it seemed to take all his strength, like a dying man begging for an opportunity, knowing full well she won’t grant it, yet he just wants to try, not wanting to live his life filled with regret.

“Leave……” Her indifferent eyes as though looking at a stranger, without warmth, without heat, without emotion.

How he left, she didn’t know, perhaps the sound of the door closing was too soft, so she didn’t notice. She remained immersed in her own sorrow, arms hugged around herself, continually trembling, her breathing weak, like a little animal thrown into the snow without the ability to survive, completely lifeless.

She didn’t even dare to recall how she felt waking up this morning; that moment’s shock and heartache was a pain so desperate, so devoid of hope, as if each time she caught happiness, fate’s hand would forcibly snatch it away, shatter it, leaving that beautiful happiness in pieces like powder. She wanted to hold onto a little bit, just a little powder, but even that was gone, the wind blowing her happiness away until there was nothing left, not a single bit.

Joshua Hughes, I’m sorry……

Who can understand her despair?

The morning in Paris is beautiful, the hotel offers a great view with a lovely terrace, sunlight already streaming through the curtain fabric at this time, yet she feels cold, chillingly cold, tears running down the graceful curve of her cheeks like the sadness in her heart, gathering into a sea……

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