Chapter 932 - 486: A Love Etched in Pain_2
She just stared blankly into his eyes, just staring like this, as if his eyes were the most precious thing. The overwhelming grief rushed in like a storm. Through his eyes, whose eyes was she really seeing? Was it Lucas Yates’s eyes? Was it? Even if she didn’t know, even if she had no memory, these eyes still attracted her.
Escaping from her gaze like this, escaping... This kind of thought surged into his mind like a tide. If she had looked at him like this before, he would have felt happy. But after knowing the dirty deal behind these eyes, he couldn’t even face himself.
Perhaps this is the tormenting part of love, wanting to get closer, closer, and closer, but when truly so close, it feels like his heart is being cut. His mother went to great lengths to get a pair of eyes that let him see the light again, but it was also these eyes that personally led him into a cage, a cage he could never escape for the rest of his life.
"Joshua Hughes, what’s wrong?" Avery Jane asked cautiously. Was he angry with her? She didn’t mean that; recently, she has just become easily tired. That’s all. She doesn’t dislike him.
A timid hand tugged at him. She was just about to say something when Joshua suddenly stood up from the bathtub...
There is a kind of love that becomes more unforgettable because of pain...
Night fell, and the spring drizzle pattered continuously, endless once it started. Fine raindrops, resembling mist, enveloped the entire city. In the distance beyond the windows, the neon lights on high-rise buildings flickered faintly in the rainy mist. Avery stood quietly by the window as if she were a girl in an oil painting. Her sorrowful and helpless eyes reflected in the glass, clear and bright, with a hint of tears.
What exactly happened? Everything was fine today, but he suddenly got angry, changed his clothes, and left without a word.
Usually, once he returned home, he rarely went out again, but today everything seemed different. She could sense the turmoil in his heart. How on earth could she make him understand that she didn’t mean what he thought? Avery’s mind was in turmoil.
Joshua’s tall figure seemed to appear through the thin veil of rain outside the window. From here, it was possible to see the Hughes Clan’s building, standing like a giant. The golden "H" flickered on the building’s facade, as domineering as him, constantly reminding people of his presence.
Closing her eyes, she could imagine his chiseled face and even feel the faint musk scent on him, and his low, mesmerizing voice. Nights without him seemed especially long. Where was he? Was he angry with her, and on such a rainy night, would he seek comfort from another woman? That couldn’t happen. Avery’s eyes gleamed with determination. She disliked such dramatic turns of events occurring in her life.
Rainy nights like this were truly detestable, causing extreme irritability and restlessness.
Avery gritted her teeth and picked up the phone. It’s normal for a wife to call her husband who’s returning late. Emma White referred to this sort of thing as checking up.
Though he was Joshua Hughes, to her, he wasn’t the so-called business legend but merely her husband.
She could have explained her suggestion just now, but he insisted on overthinking everything, which was so annoying. If he dared to use such an excuse to fool around, she would definitely make him regret it.
These were Emma White’s words, yes, definitely make him regret it.
In the club, the lighting was dim and dreamy.
The strongest liquor, not even using a glass, gulped straight from the bottle. It couldn’t be her fault; she knew nothing. But why was he so uncomfortable, wanting to give her more love, yet feeling heartache and unbearable when close? Would this terrifying torment accompany him for a lifetime?
The large, red sofa was almost like a bed. The delicate girl sat beside him, not daring to come close, her watery eyes secretly watching this god-like man.
"Let me pour you some wine." The girl, meek and submissive like a well-behaved lamb, softly offered.
Seeing the man heavily place the bottle down on the table, the girl picked up a crystal glass. The clear, pale yellow liquid poured into the glass as she gently leaned closer, wanting to rest against his broad chest but hesitated.