Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 345: Cursed Stubbornness
Perhaps he had accepted that that was how things were supposed to be. Although I should have been relieved that he and I were now on the same page about this matter, I found a stirring sensation in my chest, and soon enough, I discovered that I had started to feel agitated and then angry. My sense of frustration only grew when I could not pinpoint the real reason behind why I was feeling that way. I stared at Bradon’s expressionless face as I wondered what he was thinking. As silence stretched on between us and the night wind howled as it blew against my face, I realized that I was extremely annoyed by how unaffected he was, as if I was expecting some kind of bold or even aggressive reaction from him, just like the previous times that we had discussed this matter.
"You should have gone to the event instead of leaving my sister behind. I’m sure that you would have had a much better time spending time with her than simply just sitting here with me with nothing to do," I said while sounding too bitter for my own liking. I had no idea why I said something like that, but by the time I realized that those words had left my lips, it was already too late for me to take them back. Although I realized immediately that that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to say or what I meant, I couldn’t stop myself from talking. Bradon looked at me with a slightly surprised expression on his face, but he did not say anything in response to my words. His continued silence only drove me further into the midst of my own anger.
"I think it’s best that you should focus on fulfilling your role so that I can focus on helping Desmond with his plan. The sooner I get him to help me out with my revenge, the better. It seems like my father is getting his head back into pushing for the election now. I guess that just means that the election is going to be rescheduled sometime soon," I continued talking as if I couldn’t bear the silence between us any longer. When I was done, I turned to face Bradon straight on to find that he was looking at me with a very passive look in his eyes, as if he was seeing through me.
"Is there something that you want to say?" I asked before I could stop myself. Since he was the one who came to see me, I didn’t think that he would end up letting me do all the talking.
"Is there something that I’m supposed to say?" he replied to my question with one of his own.
"No, if there’s nothing else that you want to say, then I guess that we’re all good. I’ll take that as we’re in agreement," I said before braving a smile.
I waited for a moment to see if he would respond to what I said, but Bradon just ended up turning away and focusing his gaze on the view of the city that we could see from the high-rise building. I found myself following his gaze, to see that there wasn’t anything interesting to admire.
"You’re not going to go to the event? Diana might be a little pissed off, but I’m sure that she will forgive you even if you turn up late," I said before cursing myself silently inside my head while wondering why I had to go so far as to say something like that. I sounded like I didn’t appreciate his presence or the fact that he had taken the effort to come see me so that we could talk things out. Although it wasn’t like I ended up saying what I had planned to. I wanted to close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then start all over again, but I knew that it was already too late.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked as he turned his attention back to me. I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze, and that was probably because what I was about to tell him was not completely honest.
I told myself silently inside my head that it didn’t matter what I wanted.
"You should go," I said while trying to stop my voice from shaking.
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**Later that night**
Why did I say all that?
After telling Bradon that I thought that he should go to the event, it felt like everything was over between us, at least for that night. In the end, Bradon didn’t say anything more, and I had the worst sinking feeling in my stomach ever as I watched in silence as he stood up from the bench and simply walked away. I don’t think I ever experienced such an uncomfortable feeling at seeing someone leave before.
For some strange reason, a thought occurred to me that made me wonder how I would feel if that was our last proper conversation. As he walked further and further away from me while all I could do was watch him leave, I wondered if I would lose it if that was the last time that I saw him. I opened my mouth with every intention to call him back before I closed it because I felt like I didn’t have the right to ask him to come back after all that I had said. To say that I felt regretful and guilty at the same time wouldn’t even cut it, and I hated myself for feeling that way.
“It’s too late now...” I murmured to myself as I wondered how many times I was going to regret my actions.
My hands flew to cover my lips, and then I was smacking them repeatedly as if this punishment would somehow stop me from stubbornly saying things that were the exact opposite of what I really wanted to say. I wondered if Bradon made it to the event before the end and if he was having a good time with Diana. It was already late into the night, but Diana wasn’t back so that meant that the event was still going on.
–To be continued...
