Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 418 That Year, He Was Only Nineteen...
The girl expressed her immense gratitude and immediately thanked him, "Thank you, Professor!"
With that, she turned around and left.
Watching the girl’s departing figure, the professor couldn’t help but sigh, "Ah! What a pity!..."
After leaving, the girl immediately went to the school to handle matters such as suspension.
By the third day, a plane from Rome, Italy, was flying to River City.
Carrying a girl eager to return home, it landed at River City’s airport in the evening.
...
River City’s Uptown Café.
Grace Quarters was wearing a long white printed dress, her long tea-colored hair naturally falling down, a pointed chin, a standard oval face...
The girl, exuding a full classic vibe, quietly sat by the window.
Her eyes were exceptionally beautiful, watery and bright, making people want to cherish her just at a glance.
Her skin was like frost and snow, the only flaw being excessively pale, a kind of sickly white.
The girl’s figure was delicate, radiating an aura of fragility and gentleness all over.
She sat there quietly, lost in thought while staring at the café’s tea-colored glass...
She seemed to recall some sad things, her thoughts wandering afar, causing passing customers to stop, wanting to comfort this beauty who looked as if she stepped out from a painting.
Six years, she came back.
She thought many things hadn’t changed, that people would be the same, but she was wrong; too much had happened in the six years she was away, and River City underwent drastic changes.
The street views outside remained, but the people and things were no longer the same.
The boy she pined for over six years seemed to have forgotten her, and now belonged to someone else...
Six years ago, River City was bustling, yet not as prosperous as it is now.
Six years ago, the Morris family was the king of River City, and after six years, the Morris family still stands at the world’s pinnacle.
On the snowy winter when she left six years ago, River City was blanketed in a snowfall.
Amidst the fluttering snowflakes, she alone dragged her suitcase to the airport.
Despondently sitting in the airport waiting hall, she listened to the constant broadcasts at the airport, her mind wandering, heart in turmoil.
She hoped he would appear, but also feared he might.
Finally, within the constant broadcasts, came the call for her to board, "Passengers bound for Rome, Italy, please note: Your flight LM2986 is now boarding, please proceed to counter 17 for check-in. Thank you!..."
Repeatedly the boarding call echoed, but he didn’t come.
In that moment, she had no idea how she stood up and walked step by step towards counter 17.
Just as she reached the boarding gate, he appeared.
He hurried over in such snowy weather, yet his forehead was covered in sweat.
He ran over and tightly grabbed her hand, hastily pulling her away from the boarding gate.
He was only nineteen that year, his handsome and sunny face filled with panic and distress.
His expression was terribly forlorn, and he plead desperately, "Grace, why do you have to leave, what did I do wrong? I’m begging you, don’t go, okay? Grace, don’t leave me, I love you, I love you!"
He didn’t know that when he appeared at the airport, at the moment he entered her sight, her emotions were so intense, and how much she wanted to hold his hand and tell him, "Malcom, I love you too, I can’t bear to leave you, not even a step away from you."
But she couldn’t, she couldn’t stay, she had to go.
She looked at the boy, her large eyes filled with a misty haze, "Malcom, I’m sorry, forget me..."
Seeing the downcast and heartbroken girl, the nineteen-year-old Malcom Moore froze, he was stunned.
Weren’t they doing fine? Why did she suddenly need to leave?
He thought that as long as he came, he could make her stay.
But why did she still have to leave?
He looked at the girl, incredulously questioning, "Why? Why must you leave? Weren’t you in love with me?"
Looking at the boy she loved so madly standing in front of her, Grace Quarters felt her heart breaking.
She didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to leave him so badly, she wanted to stay by his side, grow old together with him.
But she had no choice, she had to leave, otherwise...
She looked sorrowfully at Malcom Moore, internally shouting silently: I’m sorry, Malcom, I didn’t want this, but... in this lifetime, I have no face to see you again.
Grace Quarters didn’t dare to linger any longer, not even for a moment.
She feared if she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t be able to restrain her heart and would ignore any consequences to stay.
She pried open Malcom Moore’s fingers one by one, saying nothing, grabbed her suitcase and returned to the boarding gate resolutely to check in for boarding.
She didn’t dare to look back, afraid that one more glance would waver her heart.
Yet just as she stepped onto the plane, Malcom Moore’s voice suddenly sounded.
"Grace Quarters, go ahead and leave! If you leave, never come back... and even if you do, I won’t wait for you where I am! I’ll forget you, completely let you go, and start a new life!..." The boy’s hysterical voice echoed behind her.
Her steps paused slightly, but only slightly.
In the end, she still left, without looking back.
At that time, she was so confident, convinced that he loved her deeply, just as she loved him deeply.
She was utterly certain, he was merely venting, he definitely wouldn’t forget her, he would surely wait where he was for her to return and be his bride in this lifetime.
And her departure was just to use time to wash away those unbearable memories...
Grace Quarters left, with a heartache and despair only she knew.
On the plane, she cried uncontrollably, heartbroken, shedding tears for all the unbearable things she had gone through...
Gradually, the plane took off, sliding down the long runway, slowly soaring into the blue sky.
Grace couldn’t bother to wipe her tear-streaked cheeks, and leaned her head against the window.
She saw him.
He was indeed still standing there.
He looked up at the airport.
The ceaselessly falling snow landed on his black coat, on his hair... accumulating a thick layer.
He stood there motionlessly, staring straight at the plane she was on.
While inside the plane, she cried like a waterfall, staring intently at him, "Malcom, wait for me, I’ll come back! I’ll forget all the unhappiness and return to your side as a renewed self! You’re excellent, how could I not be excellent too!..."
The plane flew higher and higher, gradually disappearing into the sky.
She could no longer see him.
And he, could no longer see her, right?
...
As she wished, for so many years, Malcom Moore never fell in love with another woman.
He still waited where he was for her.
Throughout these years, she was always keeping track of Malcom Moore’s news.
