Lea’s expression seas serious as he pulled the car over to the side of the road.
He took my hand gently, removing the ring 1 had þad taken off and placing it back on my
“Tra not giving tips, Elizabeth, he said firmly. Tas backing out of the divorce. Come back and continue sa le sy Luna.“
His words hung in the air, a stark declaration that left me grappline with a whirlwind of emetimi
The decision to continue living a lie, the complexities of our relationship, and the forming threat of divorce all enllided in a chaotic terms within me…
The air was thick with tension as Len’s ends hung between i
Days ago. I might have been moved by his words, but everything had changed.
My resolve was clear now–1 no longer wanted to be his Lunt.
“Why?”
1 pressed, my voice steady despite the tittmod.
Is it because you’re afraid of becoming like your father, or are you trying to avoid your mother’s expectations?”
Leo’s brow furrowed deeply, and he seemed at a loss for words.
I could see the conflict in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough.
“Leo,” I said, disappointment lacing my tone, “you don’t understand what love truly is
Loo’s frustration was palpable.
And do you understand?” he shot back. “Did you ever truly love me, or was it all just duty and obligation?”
“Yes” Tanswered, my voice breaking with emotion
I took a deep pause.
He was watching me like his eyes were in disbelief and that he wasn’t expecting a thorough response from me. 1 continued.
loved you with all my heart. But that love ended the moment I discovered your betrayal.”
His face was a picture of disbelief and confusion.
He reached out to me, but I was already pushing open the car door and stepping out.
“Elizabeth
Leo called, his voice growing distant as I walked away, I wasn’t interested in further confrontation
Just then, I spotted a motorbike parked by the curb, the rider finishing up a cigarette and preparing to leave.
I didn’t hesitate: 1 took a seat on the hike’s rear, startling the man.
He looked at me with a mix of surprise and irrigation. “Get off,” he said coldly.
I looked at him and pointed towards the hike’s engine.
“You just stopped on the side of the road toysmoke because the engine of your modified motorbike was overheating, resulting interrupted fuel supply, right? That’s why you had to stop temporarily and wait for them to return to normal.”
He looked back at me with shock and, before he could say something I completed.
can fix that problem for you if you give me a li
He seemed intrigued by my offer and, with a spark, told me to settle in
1wrapped my arms armand him as the hike roared to life, the powerħdengine vibrating through i
The ride was exhilarating.
When we arrived at the base of my apartment block, I started to check the months for the rider, painting to the exhaust pipe of the said. “This Kawasaki Ninja H2 you are driving, its original exhaust pipe caliber should be around ridem, which ensures its power performance ad exhaust efficiency is smooth. But the caliber slinulel only be as mund 6 after your modificatión, which will seriously affect the power output of the engine. I was hearing the sound of you starting the motorbike and I probably gussond the problem you met.
He listened attentively and looked at me with a gaze that chamendi problem. Just now I thought you were a liar.
I laughed and said, “What are you going to do if I don’t solve it?”
rprise to admiration. It said, “I didn’t think you could really solve this
He shrugged and said, “Maybe I’ll put you in a
in a hag
e and boat you tips.
We both laughed, exchanged contact information, and I watched his disappear into the night on his bike.
Recovery from the injury was a long and arduous journey, but Lena’s help proved invaluable,
Thanks to the werewolf’s remarkable healing abilities, my hand mended faster than I had anticipated
Soon, it felt as if I had never been hurt at all.
I threw myself into my recovery, and part of that process involved returning to the piano.
Playing became my solace, a way to channel my complex emotions and recent experiences into something beautiful.
The music was like food for my soul; while my body healed, the piano helped my spirit recover
Leo frequently visited the piano room while I played.
Although he never interrupted or imposed, his presence was a constant, unspoken reminder of his watchfuil gaze.
Whenever he came in, he would simply watch me play, his silence both comforting and intrusive.
You play very well,” he would often say. “It gives me a sense of pesce I haven’t felt in years. I never knew you could play the piano so well”
