Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 21: Love That Runs Too Deep

The trace of impatience in Jonas Hawthorne’s eyes vanished at this moment, and he replied in a low voice, "I’ll head back now."

Before Candace Ford could say anything more, the call was cut off.

Leo Keane, watching from the side, suddenly said mischievously, "In the past, no matter how late you stayed out, your wife never called you. Back then, she really was considerate!"

Jonas, back then, didn’t understand these things. He just found his girlfriend’s constant calls and messages annoying.

Later, he realized that when a woman doesn’t make a fuss, it’s either because she doesn’t love you or she loves you too deeply.

Jonas Hawthorne pressed down a trace of darkness in his eyes and said coldly, "Get in the car."

——

It was already late at night when Jonas Hawthorne returned home.

As he pushed the door open and entered, the room was in complete darkness.

The night-duty maid informed him that Candace had waited for him a long time, but ultimately, they convinced her to think of the baby in her belly and rest first.

Jonas remained silent for a moment and then said, "In the future, tell her there’s no need to wait for me."

"Yes." The maid nodded and was about to leave but hesitated for a moment, remembering something from earlier in the day. "Sir, a package from the courier came today. It was... it was a bouquet your ex-wife ordered long ago. Ms. Ford’s face turned unpleasant when she found out and asked us to throw the flowers away..."

Now that Candace is pregnant, the household staff is even more careful not to upset her.

Though the flowers were disposed of, it was only right to inform the master.

Upon hearing this, Jonas Hawthorne’s eyes dimmed.

"A bouquet?"

The maid answered, "Yes, the former lady used to order flowers in advance every year to celebrate your anniversary. Have you forgotten, sir?"

The last sentence was something a maid shouldn’t say lightly.

But even the maid couldn’t hold back anymore...

The lady loved the master so much that she wished to give him her heart, and in the end, all she received was heartless abandonment from him.

How can the world be so unfair to good people?

The mention of an anniversary stirred Jonas Hawthorne’s buried memories.

Ever since he met Raine Sinclair, he never missed any of the various occasions, big or small.

Before that, he didn’t care about Thanksgiving or Arbor Day...

Every time, she would prepare grandly, celebrating happily as if something great was happening to her.

And he was never interested in such things.

Even when it came to wedding anniversaries, he never took them to heart.

Occasionally when he glimpsed her disappointed expression, it would disappear quickly, and she’d soon smile again, telling him it was fine.

Back then, her smile didn’t seem precious, but now it had completely vanished from his world...

"You may leave now." He waved his hand, his expression somewhat forlorn.

He sat on the sofa in the living room for a long time, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall. In his mind appeared the image of Raine Sinclair dancing gracefully with Leon Grant.

And also, when she left, the coat belonging to Leon Grant that she always wore...

Unknowingly, drifting into sleep, moments of the past slipped by in his dreams like ephemeral illusions. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Finally, the scene froze on the unfamiliar and distant face of Raine Sinclair.

Early the next morning.

"Jonas? Why are you sleeping here?"

Candace’s somewhat shrill voice reached his ears, waking Jonas Hawthorne.

He slowly opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping over her surprised face. Then he sat up straight, rubbing his temples as he looked out the window, "What time is it?"

"Eight o’clock..." Candace glanced at the wall clock and muttered before sitting next to Jonas, wrapping her arms around his, asking softly, "What time did you come back last night? Why didn’t you sleep in the bedroom?"

Perhaps because this man was snatched away, Candace felt extremely insecure. She couldn’t help but want to pull Jonas closer with even the slightest hint of his distance.

Yet, such persistent closeness suffocated Jonas.

Moreover, he had little patience for Candace, and if not for the child she carried...

"I have some work at the office. I’m leaving now." With that, Jonas stood up, adjusted his shirt, and was about to head out.

He didn’t even want to waste time changing clothes.

Candace, seeing his haste to leave, felt her nerves stretch tight.

She suddenly stood up and bit her lip hard, "Jonas, are you avoiding me?"

Her tone was filled with grievance and even a hint of accusation.

In the past, she had always been gentle and compliant with Jonas Hawthorne.

Ever since she moved into this villa publicly, she thought she truly was the lady of the house and began to reveal her true nature.

Jonas’s brows furrowed, and his dark eyes showed a hint of displeasure.

"I’ve been busy lately."

"But..." Candace clenched her hands, knowing it’s just an excuse, but unable to expose him, she continued to play the pity card, "Jonas, are you still angry with me? Because I got pregnant with our child without your consent..."

Jonas might be cold to her, but he could never be heartless to his own flesh and blood.

Candace knew very well that the child was always her strongest leverage.

And as her choked voice finished, Jonas indeed halted his steps.

But he didn’t turn around, seemingly hesitating about something...

Candace sensed a crisis.

In the past, whenever she mentioned the child, no matter what she said, Jonas would agree to her requests.

But this time, he hesitated?

If he outright rejected her this time, would her leverage become useless in the future?

No... How could she allow that to happen?!

Taking a deep breath, Candace suddenly covered her belly, her features contorting as if in pain.

"My stomach... Oh, my stomach hurts..."

Upon hearing this, Jonas almost immediately turned around.

Seeing Candace bent in pain, collapsed by the sofa, her face pale, he quickly went over to help her up.

Candace kept her head down, frowning, "My stomach hurts..."

Jonas didn’t ask further, immediately stating, "Let’s go to the hospital."

"No, we can’t go." Candace shook her head vigorously, "If you send me to the hospital and reporters see us, they’ll start making up stories again. They’ll..."

At this, Candace choked up again, "I don’t mind what they say about me, but I don’t want them speaking ill of you, not even a bit..."

Every word and sentence portrayed her deep love for Jonas Hawthorne, considering everything for him, epitomizing the perfect white moonlight archetype.

Even Candace believed so herself.

Having gone this far, surely any man would fall hopelessly in love with her, wouldn’t he?