Eugene's gaze was unwavering. “Sylvia, | don’t care about your past. You say | fell for an illusion, but that’s not true—I love the
person | see right in front of me.”
On the surface, she seemed gentle, yet she always kept people at arm's length. Scalled her cold, but he'd seen her walk away
from a lucrative deal rather than put her employees in harm’s way.
He ached for her wariness toward others, because he knew she must have been hurt before. He admired her kindness, and even
more, the way she still fought to protect others, wounds and all.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe loved her—deeply, helplessly, without escape.
Sylvia felt drained. “After everything I've said, why are you still so stubborn?”
“Is it stubborn to love someone?” Eugene replied, his striking eyes full of tenacity. “You love someone you can never be with—what
do you call that?”
Sylvia's brow tightened. She stopped arguing, stood up, and went to put away the first aid kit.
Panic flickered across Eugene's face. He jumped up and hurried after her, his voice anxious as he tried to explain, “I'm sorry. |
didn’t mean to upset you—I just hate seeing you hurt.”
Sylvia finished putting the kit away and turned back with a gentle smile. “I'm not angry, and you don’t need to worry about me. |
told you, | like my life the way it is. | have financial freedom, my health, a fulfilling routine—what’s there to feel sorry for?”
Eugene just looked at her, silent.
She started toward the guest bedroom. “The sheets in there are fresh, and there are new toiletries in the bathroom. Try to get
ssleep.”
Eugene hesitated. “I'm not really tired. Can we talk a little longer?”
Sylvia smiled. “When you're better, we can stay up late with a bottle of wine and talk all night. But right now, you need rest—
there's a doctor's appointment tomorrow.”
He took her words as a sign she cared, and sof the ache inside him eased. “You're right. It is late. You should get srest
too.”
“If you feel any pain or difort during the night, wakeup. Don’t ignore it and let things get worse,” Sylvia reminded him.
“| promise.” Eugene's eyes softened, and he gave a small, grateful smile.
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