Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 147: Raine, Can We Start Over Again?
"I have something to do."
Jonas Hawthorne had never been so honest about his true feelings.
Since childhood, his grandfather taught him that a man must be steadfast and look down on the world!
To achieve these, the foremost premise is to conceal all his emotions.
When others cannot fathom what he is thinking, they won’t dare to act rashly.
Yet, everything has two sides.
He excelled in the business world, bringing the Hawthorne Family to unprecedented prosperity.
In the world of emotions, he hid everything as well.
Thinking back now, for many years after graduation, he received invitations from the school annually, asking him to visit as a distinguished alumnus, which he always ignored.
But on one occasion, for some unknown reason, he suddenly wanted to go back for a visit.
Without any reason, he went back to the school.
Raine Sinclair later told him that the first time she saw him was at that reunion event when he passed through her world among a group of leaders.
From then on, their fates became entwined.
A little earlier, a little later, they might never have met.
Afterwards, she burst into his world with fiery enthusiasm.
No one knew that, at first, he was actually flustered.
Since he was young, many girls admired him, most approached him with initial enthusiasm but were soon extinguished by his indifference.
But Raine Sinclair was different.
She was unlike any other girl.
No matter how coldly he spoke, no matter how much he ignored and stayed silent, she was always that warm and vibrant little sun, always orbiting around him, as if an endless stream of affection was flowing...
Perhaps in Raine Sinclair’s view, his lack of initiative meant he didn’t care enough.
But in his heart, not rejecting was love.
And allowing her to stay by his side, letting her secretly crease the corner of his suit, permitting her to stuff a bitten piece of cake into his mouth, that was already his greatest favor.
But he never showed his emotions.
He never said what he truly wanted to say.
But now...
Having faced life and death, in this cramped hospital room, there were no outsiders, no entanglements, only the two of them.
He wanted to be his true self for once.
Even Jonas Hawthorne himself had never earnestly looked at this side of himself, let alone Raine Sinclair.
She examined him for a long time, then firmly believed that he must have hit his head.
Otherwise, how could he be behaving so unusually?
Suddenly feeling a bit sympathetic towards him, she spoke a little softer, "Where are you feeling unwell? Maybe I should call my second brother to take a look at you? Rest assured, my brother is a famous neurosurgeon, he can definitely fix your head!"
Jonas Hawthorne automatically ignored her words, looked down at the food placed in front of him, and repeated, "Feed me."
He was stubborn and resolute, as if he was deliberately making a fuss over the matter of eating.
Raine Sinclair scrutinized him for a moment, realizing that apart from his brain being a bit problematic, there seemed to be nothing else wrong?
Her second brother was surely busy treating their grandmother, so it was better not to disturb him for now.
But feeding him...
She gritted her teeth, walked over stiffly, and after hesitating for a long time, awkwardly picked up the spoon from the small table.
She intended to feed him some soup first, but as soon as she raised her hand, she couldn’t bring herself to send it out.
Once feelings change, many other things change too.
In the past, she could naturally act coy in front of him; feeding him was nothing, they could even share the same food.
Now...
No matter what, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
It felt more excruciating than the harshest punishment.
The bond between them wasn’t as pure as it used to be, in just three short months, too much had changed.
Yet in Raine Sinclair’s moment of hesitation, Jonas Hawthorne, who was sitting upright, suddenly leaned forward and willingly drank the soup from her spoon.
A very ordinary action, yet it pricked Raine Sinclair’s heart in an instant.
Before she could say anything, she saw a faint smile at the corner of Jonas Hawthorne’s mouth, as he commanded, "Vegetables."
Raine Sinclair, "..."
Despite his messed-up head, his manner of giving orders was exactly the same as before.
She couldn’t explain why, but she lowered her head and resumed feeding him, her movements smoother than before.
But it was mostly Jonas Hawthorne cooperating, denying Raine Sinclair the chance to give up.
During the process, Jonas Hawthorne’s gaze never left Raine Sinclair, as if in his eyes, in his mind, there was only her.
Raine Sinclair naturally noticed his burning gaze, yet she didn’t lift her eyes.
Some things, if not at a specific moment, lose all meaning.
Gradually, as the food ran out, Jonas Hawthorne again insisted on having his mouth wiped.
Raine Sinclair handed him a napkin, and he looked at his hands, "You wipe it for me."
"Jonas Hawthorne, don’t push your luck." She was a bit angry.
It felt like he was using his poor health to boss her around...
As if her dignity was being trampled.
She wanted to argue heatedly with him, but then he raised his trembling hand.
Like that, forget holding anything, even lifting it seemed difficult.
Raine Sinclair surrendered once more, constantly reminding herself that this was the last time!
After wiping, she’d leave and see what else he could pull!
However, when she sat angrily in front of Jonas Hawthorne, leaning forward to wipe the corner of his mouth, the light scent lingered around his nose.
He gazed at her deeply, recalling how long it had been since they were this close.
Ever since the divorce, every time she saw him, she was combative, eager to argue until the world turned upside down.
After wiping his mouth, Raine Sinclair was about to withdraw her hand when he grabbed her delicate wrist.
Slightly surprised, she heard his low, hoarse voice pierce into her heart.
"Raine, can we start over?"
Such simple words, pieced together with his cautiousness and countless hopes.
Raine Sinclair’s heart trembled.
She looked up, unsurprised to find herself entrapped in his deep black eyes.
Under the hazy layers of mist, numerous emotions brewed beyond her understanding.
Thinking carefully, not just this moment, but throughout the past three years of knowing him, had she ever truly understood him?
The smile at the corner of her mouth gradually turned bitter.
Raine Sinclair pulled her hand back.
Even if she said nothing, Jonas Hawthorne felt the emptiness in his palm.
So, this is what loss feels like.
Digging into the heart and stripping the bones.
Heart-wrenching pain.
