Chapter 1528: Throwing Him 200 Yuan [2]

Just like how she was so naive back then, falling into the whirlpool of love he gave her, time after time.

Lydia Brooke, you can’t be foolish in front of Jorge Saxton anymore...

Once your heart is given and trampled upon, it’s enough. Doing it again is just humiliating yourself!

Lydia Brooke lifted her leg to get into the car and gave her home address.

Jorge Saxton handed the late-night snack to Lydia Brooke, smiling faintly, "I bought it when I sent Iris back. It’s late, and you’re probably hungry. Eat something."

Lydia Brooke didn’t move, her slender fingers stiff, adorned with beautiful nail polish, casting a sidelong glance at Jorge Saxton, "I’m no longer the naive Lydia Brooke, the one who could be swayed by a piece of cake."

Jorge Saxton paused with the snack in his hand, his gaze returning to Lydia Brooke, looking at her thin face, he pressed his lips together, "Lydia, it’s not like that. Even if you treat me as just a friend, offering you a late-night snack is perfectly normal. Lydia, can you please stop treating me like this..."

"Jorge Saxton, you weren’t abandoned at the altar, you never stood alone holding a bouquet waiting in a chapel, you haven’t experienced that heartbreak and pain, so you can be indifferent. But I can’t forget! Jorge Saxton, I was standing in the chapel waiting for you, waiting until I got your call, and you said ’I’m sorry,’ I remember it. Since you apologized, let us sever ties for a lifetime! I’m not indispensable to you! Good men might be rare, but there are plenty of three-legged guys like you out there! They’re all the same scumbags, why do you think you’re any different in my heart?"

Jorge Saxton’s fingers stiffened, "Lydia, I’m not trying to win you back or marry you. After so many years, we’ve been through a lot together, I just want to care about you. As long as you’re well, I’m fine. Whether you forgive me or not, I’m not that concerned."

"Right, you never thought of marrying me. Jorge Saxton, stop the car!" Lydia shouted lowly, no longer looking at Jorge Saxton.

Jorge Saxton ignored her and continued driving.

Lydia Brooke opened the car door, her gaze a bit cold.

Jorge Saxton’s expression changed, quickly hitting the brakes to stop the car.

As soon as the car stopped, Lydia Brooke stepped out in her high heels, her figure tall and slender.

Lydia Brooke opened her handbag, took out two hundred dollars and placed it on the front seat, her voice cold: "This is for the cab fare and the snack, thank you for giving me a ride. We’re even, there’s no need to meet again. Young Master Saxton, I can’t afford to play your game, nor am I suitable for it. I may not have your status, but there are several male artists in the entertainment circle who pursue me, Lydia Brooke. And someone like you, Young Master Saxton, are never in short supply of socialites and beauties. Let’s part on good terms, from now on, from this moment on, let’s go our separate ways and stop entangling."

Lydia Brooke walked away, carrying her bag and treading on high heels.

"Lydia! Lydia!"

Jorge Saxton shouted at Lydia Brooke’s retreating figure.

Lydia Brooke didn’t look back, only gripping her bag tighter in her palm, feeling no pain.

A numb sensation spread through her body—

Did Lydia Brooke love Jorge Saxton?

How could she not? For those years, Lydia’s heart and eyes were filled only with Jorge Saxton.

But that wedding, it buried her years of affection, turning it all into smoke.

Did Jorge Saxton love her Lydia Brooke? Just two words: "Haha." What was unbearable to her was when he said, ’I’m not trying to win you back or marry you’...

If he didn’t want to marry, didn’t want to be together, why tangle? Play again and dump once more?

Lydia Brooke’s eyes felt slightly sore.