Classic Novel
Cruelty of Love
To Love You Again, My Husband
Chapter 92: Cruelty of Love Airina’s
“Have you thought about our marriage?”
Matthew stood beside me as I frowned. Both of us were drinking the coffee he personally made for me in hopes that it’d soften my heart. I was anticipating the butterfly feeling or the delight of receiving this, but I felt nothing at all.
“I don’t have any interest in being married to you,” I took a sip and sighed. “Have you not seen Elisa, by the way?”
Matthew eyed me suspiciously. “Can you stop mentioning her name in front of me? You just aimed right where it hurts so please spare me from the pain.” A wistful scoff went out of his mouth, as he set his mug on the desk. Afterward, he hid his hands in his pocket.
“I am not in the mood to get married even if you were persistent about it.” I resolutely told him, annoyed that I couldn’t get over Jackson had truly stopped visiting me, “You’re not him. I don’t like you.”
Matthew chuckled. “I know you don’t like me, but shouldn’t you show a little bit of conscience for rejecting me? Elisa has done so hence use kinder words to my fragile heart.”
I shook my head, “I am not the one who wanted to hear it. It was you,” I faced him, pointing at his heart, “You haven’t even tried wooing Elisa, yet you gave up that fast? You’re such a coward.”
Matthew squinted his eyes at me, in disbelief of what he had just heard. If no one was going to say it to him, then I’ll do so.
“We can get married, but the consequences are another thing. Have you figured it out?”
“Let’s not overthink of the result and just focus on the present. Now, what do you think about us?”
I stared at him, “I won’t marry you.”
“Haii, I waited for a while for nothing in return?”
“I’ve told you over and over again. I won’t marry you,” I didn’t even finish the coffee but I wanted to get out, “I have to go.”
He waved his hand, “All right, take care out there.”
“Thanks.”
*
I don’t know why I went to the sea. I guess I do want some peace for myself. There were a lot of things going on these days. Jackson, too, on the other hand, had skillfully controlled the media of our marriage. He said that he wouldn’t reveal who his previous wife was but whoever tries to harm her will suffer consequences one wouldn’t imagine.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Even after our break-up, he still protected me. Thanks to him the reporters kept their distance. Of course, I am aware that most of them think that I am his wife, knowing what Jackson could do to put them into their shoes.
“What a coincidence. Are you alone?”
A man’s voice. I turned to him and saw Daniel. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen him for the past few days. I wonder where did he go to?
“I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” I asked with a smile on my face.
He sat beside me on the sand, giving me a tissue. “You have something in your mouth, you should wipe it.”
“Ah, thanks for informing.”
I blinked my eyes. It may be due to the fact that I am eating burgers as my lunch. Well, it’s still taste good. Somehow, the picture of Jackson cooking for me popped into my mind.
“The news about you and Jackson… seemed to be settled. How are you?”
“… I guess, good.”
“Is everything fine? I feel like you have a fever,” suddenly, I felt his hand over my forehead. I leaned backward, awkwardly smiling at him. He said, “Coincidentally, I bought medicine today. One of my bandmates is sick so I went out to buy it for him.”
I frowned, “Then you should go and make him drink it.”
He shook his head, “This medicine is for tomorrow so spending time with you won’t worsen his fever.”
A friend. It was something I didn’t have but whenever I saw Daniel’s face, I felt like he should be a friend of mine rather than someone who kept pursuing me.
“You know, have you not tried to woo another woman?”
Daniel turned his head to me, “Are you telling me to just easily divert my attention from you to another? You’re simply telling me to build a business without foundation, haha.”
Dismissively, I waved my hand in his jest. “I want to be honest with you. I don’t see you as a man like you hoped I do. Instead, I think we click as friends. What do you think?”
Daniel gritted his teeth, sighing dejectedly. “Actually, I also have something to say to you,” he paused, hesitating whether to say it or not. His action made me wonder if something happened to him. “I frequent in front of your house, and I knew that Jackson was making his moves on you. The worst part of asking someone out was not rejection but asking the pursuer to be friends instead.”
I lowered my hands. Unfortunately, I know too well what the feeling of rejection and being friends felt like. Sadly, it all involved Jackson.
I smiled at Daniel, trying hard to put on a mask that wouldn’t conceal my emotions, “I hate hurting people, but I don’t want to miss the opportunity of being friends with you.”
“I know, I understand. Love is just… cruel sometimes.”
“Right, it is.”
“Well, if you want to be friends, can you come tomorrow night for dinner with me? It won’t mean anything, just a commemoration as friends. What do you think?”
I frowned, suspicious of his offer, “Isn’t that the same as dating?”
He resolutely shook his head. “Different. If you agree to be in a relationship with me, I’ll take you somewhere else,” he widely beamed, “But as friends, shouldn’t we celebrate our day 1 friendship?”
I laughed, “… All right.”