Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 197: Damn It, He Actually Felt Heartache

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Damn It, He Actually Felt Heartache

Cecilia recognized it at a glance. The car belonged to Damian Hawthorne; it was one of his favorites.

Seeing Miles Sinclair’s confusion, Cecilia said, "That car is Damian Hawthorne’s."

’Damian Hawthorne?’

Miles Sinclair chuckled.

He hadn’t deliberately hidden his proposal plans from anyone—except Cecilia.

Damian Hawthorne must have heard he was planning to propose.

’A pity. He was too late...’

Miles Sinclair slammed on the accelerator, leaving the car far behind.

But Damian Hawthorne gave chase, flooring the gas pedal to stay right on their tail.

"Damian, what’s the point of catching up to them? You’re going to cause an accident driving like this!"

In Damian Hawthorne’s car, Frances Bennett was pale with fright.

At her age, she couldn’t handle this kind of terror.

"What’s there to be afraid of? You’re still young."

Frances Bennett’s face turned ashen at Damian Hawthorne’s flippant remark.

At this point, she couldn’t tell if Damian was trying to chase the car or get revenge on her.

Watching Damian Hawthorne’s relentless pursuit, Cecilia frowned. "What on earth is he trying to do?"

"Maybe he just can’t stand me," Miles Sinclair said with a wry smile, making Cecilia’s heart leap into her throat.

"Just focus on driving."

Cecilia was terrified of a repeat of what happened before.

For some reason, Cecilia had a terrible premonition.

"Don’t worry, Cecilia. I won’t let anything happen again. I told you I’d stay with you forever."

Miles Sinclair gunned the engine, and Cecilia felt the car practically lift off the ground.

Just then, a large truck came barreling toward them.

"Look out!" Cecilia shrieked. The car swerved, narrowly avoiding it.

Cecilia let out a sigh of relief.

But then, a deafening CRASH echoed from behind them.

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

’A crash?’

’Oh no, Damian!’

Cecilia glanced at the rearview mirror. Damian Hawthorne’s car was still intact, right behind them.

The truck had hit a different car.

She couldn’t describe the feeling, but her eyes welled up with heat the moment she saw Damian’s car was safe.

’Thank God... it wasn’t his car.’

Regardless of their relationship, she didn’t want anything to happen to Damian.

She quickly pulled out her phone and called him.

"Damian Hawthorne, are you insane? These are city streets! You’re going to get someone killed chasing us like that!"

Damian Hawthorne sneered. "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about Miles Sinclair?"

Cecilia took a deep breath and snapped, "I don’t want *anyone* to get hurt! Life is precious, Damian! We can talk about whatever’s wrong, there’s no need to just..."

A deafening BANG cut her off, and a wave of dizziness washed over Cecilia.

In that instant, Miles Sinclair’s smiling face lunged toward her.

Her hand, still clutching her phone, froze in mid-air.

After the crash, all she could feel was the lingering warmth of Miles Sinclair’s body pressed against hers.

"Hugo..."

Cecilia stared blankly at Miles Sinclair.

The hood of the car had been crumpled open.

The car had slammed right into a bridge pier.

"Cecilia... I’m sorry..."

Her vision blurred.

It was happening all over again.

She gripped Miles Sinclair’s hand, her words choked by sobs.

A mournful cry escaped her lips.

"You idiot... Miles Sinclair, you’re such an idiot."

"What are you doing?"

"Why! Why would you do this? Don’t you know that when you do this... it makes my life a living hell..."

Cecilia wailed in anguish.

The familiar action dredged up the memory once more.

Miles Sinclair had saved her the exact same way before.

He could have instinctively turned left, exposing the passenger side to the impact. But instead, Miles had wrenched the wheel in the opposite direction, taking the full force of the crash himself.

Some said it was a reaction born of instinct.

Because Miles Sinclair loved her.

And now, he had once again used his own body to shield her from harm.

"Cecilia... I... Will you... grant my wish?"

"I will, I will, you idiot!" Cecilia sobbed, looking at Miles Sinclair’s head, which was now bleeding from the impact. She was crying too hard to speak coherently.

In the car behind them, Damian Hawthorne saw the wreck and immediately wrenched his own steering wheel, scraping against the pier to bring his car to a controlled stop.

Inside, Frances Bennett was as white as a sheet.

"You’re insane! You’re completely insane!"

How was that any different from suicide?

"The one who’s insane is Miles Sinclair," Damian Hawthorne said, narrowing his eyes as he opened the car door.

He strode over to their car, his gaze fixed intently on Miles Sinclair.

When Cecilia saw Damian, she stared at him nervously. "Damian Hawthorne, call an ambulance, quick!"

Damian Hawthorne glanced dismissively at Miles Sinclair’s wound. "Relax," he said coolly. "He’s not going to die."

Cecilia froze, then anger flared within her. "Damian Hawthorne, do you have a heart? If you hadn’t been chasing us, Hugo would never have crashed!"

Damian’s lip twitched. He pointed to his own car. "He crashed into the pier all by himself. What does that have to do with me?"

"Crashed into it himself? Damian Hawthorne, have you no conscience at all?" Cecilia sneered. "I know you don’t like Miles Sinclair, but this isn’t the time to be making jokes about Hugo’s life."

"Damian Hawthorne, you’re the most cold-blooded creature I’ve ever met!"

"I must have been blind to ever have chased after you."

Cecilia’s words stung him.

"Blind? Yes, you must have been blind. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have threatened to jump off a building just to stay with me. Cecilia, you’re the one who cried and begged to be by my side. And now you say you were blind? Fine. Just fine."

"Yes, I cried and begged to stay with you. But it wasn’t for you."

The icy look in Cecilia’s eyes made Damian’s expression freeze.

’Not for him.’

’Is she finally going to reveal her real reason for staying with me?’

Just then, the wail of an ambulance siren filled the air.

With such a major incident on the bridge, someone had already called for help long ago.

"Cecilia..." Miles Sinclair struggled to keep his eyes open, his hand gripping hers. "Are... you still willing...?"

"I am..." Cecilia choked out, squeezing his hand in return.

Seeing their tearful, inseparable state, Damian Hawthorne clenched his jaw.

His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. No one noticed that his own arm was injured, blood already seeping through his sleeve.

Cecilia’s gaze never left Miles Sinclair.

Damian had thought that maybe, just maybe, Cecilia had loved him.

But seeing her with Miles, he realized her feelings for him were nothing compared to what she felt for the other man.

The concern, the devotion—it was a depth of emotion he had never received from her.

What Cecilia felt for Miles Sinclair wasn’t just affection. It was love.

The realization was like an iron chain, tightening mercilessly around his heart.

’Damn it all. I’m actually feeling... heartbroken.’

"Cecilia... Miles Sinclair just now... he..."

"Hugo, I’ll marry you."

Cecilia’s words cut off whatever explanation Damian had been about to offer.

Marry Miles Sinclair.

She was actually going to marry Miles Sinclair...

So what about him? What was he?

Just a backup plan?

Damian Hawthorne stood frozen in place, watching as Cecilia left with the ambulance.

Just then, someone pointed at him and shrieked, "That man is injured, too!"

"Oh my god, he’s bleeding a lot."