To the Love of My Life-Chapter 911 - Learning to Say No (1)_1

Chapter 911 -911 Learning to Say No (1)_1

Such imagery was reminiscent of a couple deep in the throes of passionate love.

Howard Coleman stood by the railing, staring as the boat carrying Madeleine and Rusell Henris slowly drifted away, and only then did he seem to lose some of his strength. He took two steps back and sat on a stone bench nearby.

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An hour had passed when Madeleine and Andrew Henris returned from their boat ride and stepped onto the arch bridge.

Madeleine was wearing high heels, and she had been walking throughout the Summer Palace visit, which had grown tiring over time. The bridge had an incline, and due to the age of the Summer Palace’s construction, some areas were uneven. Not paying attention for a moment, Madeleine accidentally twisted her ankle.

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Howard was about ten meters behind Madeleine. At the instant her body tilted, he instinctively stepped forward, but after taking just three steps, he saw that Andrew had steadied her with both hands.

Howard abruptly stopped in his tracks and watched as Andrew knelt down, checked Madeleine’s ankle, and upon confirming there was nothing seriously wrong, turned and presented his back to her.

Without excessive hesitation, Madeleine took off her high heels, leaned on Andrew’s back, and then the man reached out, picked up the pair of heels she had removed, and with Madeleine on his back, stood up and walked toward the other side of the bridge.

Howard stood still, his hands clenched tightly into fists, hanging by his side.

He stood there for a long time before finally stepping off the bridge and not going to look for Madeleine and Andrew anymore. Instead, he walked toward the same gate he had entered through.

Directly opposite the rear gate, there was a tall flight of steps. As Howard made his way down, he happened to see Madeleine sitting at the lowest step. Instinctively, he took a step back, then turned his head and looked more carefully, only to see Andrew kneeling in front of her, holding her injured ankle, seemingly massaging it.

Howard could only stare for a moment before turning away, unable to bear the sight, and walked into a nearby restroom.

At the washstand, Howard turned on the faucet, cupped some cold water, and washed his face. The icy chill brought a slight relief to his heart.

He leaned on the washstand, his head bowed, watching the water droplets dribble down his face. Then he felt his heart beating so frantically within him.

Heaven knows how much he wanted to pull Andrew’s hands off Madeleine’s fair ankle, and how desperately he wished to be the one carrying her when she twisted her ankle.

But now, he no longer had that right.

There was a time when he could have rightfully done those things, but back then, blinded by anger and hatred, he had been convinced that he would never fall for her. He had thought that possessing such rights was shameful. Now that he no longer held that right, he found himself desperately wanting it.

She said she was ready to go on arranged dates and get married. She said she had given up on him. She and another man seemed to get along so well, appearing quite content and happy together.

But what about him?

What was he to do?

She had initiated that love affair, entangling him, and at the end, she withdrew so effortlessly, leaving him alone, entwined in that love, unable to extricate himself.