Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 135: I Think Mrs. Sterling... Is Even Sweeter (1)

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: I Think Mrs. Sterling... Is Even Sweeter (1)

Ethan Sterling stood in shock.

Almost unable to believe his ears.

Regret?

She said "regret"?

She doesn’t want to divorce him anymore?

Happiness came so suddenly that Ethan was a bit taken aback.

Seeing Ethan standing still without a reaction, Seraphina Thorne bit her lower lip.

Indeed, everything was too late.

She and he were destined to be connected but not destined to be together.

She walked briskly around Ethan, moving quickly ahead.

The sound of footsteps hurried behind her, and someone grabbed her arm.

The next second, she was pulled back, held tightly against a man’s chest.

Seraphina raised her face in shock, seeing Ethan’s face full of joy.

"It’s useful, always useful..." Ethan raised his right hand, pressing her head against his chest, "No matter when, no matter what happens... as long as you’re willing to come back to me, I’ll always welcome you!"

The man’s voice resonated through his chest, echoing with his heartbeat in her ears.

His heart was beating a bit fast.

It seemed to be telling her about his excitement and joy at that moment.

His chest was filled with the joy of regaining what was lost.

Seraphina opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she was too choked up to make a sound.

She could only extend her arms, embracing his waist tightly, responding in kind.

A man and a woman, embracing each other in the falling snow.

It’s unclear how much time passed; it seemed as long as a century, yet as short as a moment.

If it weren’t for Seraphina being hit by a cold wind, making her sneeze, Ethan might have continued holding her like that, as if holding the whole world and hope.

"Let’s go." Helping her tighten her coat, Ethan put an arm around her shoulder, "Let’s go home."

Go home.

Such simple words, yet enough to move Seraphina deeply.

"Mm."

Holding her as they returned to the villa, Ethan brought his hands up, breathing on them to warm them, covering her cold ears.

Staring at her small, frost-bitten red face, he couldn’t help but hold her tightly again.

"Honey, I’ve missed you these days."

"Me too." Seraphina pressed her face against his chest, recalling something, then raised her face, "I’m sorry for misunderstanding you before."

No sooner had she spoken than she realized she had misspoken.

He disliked hearing her say "I’m sorry," how could she forget?

"I didn’t mean to... I’m sorry... I just..."

She hurried to apologize, only to say "I’m sorry" again.

Ethan lifted a finger, gently pressing it to her lips.

"This time, I forgive you."

Seraphina looked into his eyes, releasing a breath, a smile forming at the corners of her lips.

On her head, her eyelashes...

Snowflakes had already melted into droplets, reflecting the light, shimmering in a rainbow of colors.

The girl before him was as beautiful as a fairy walking out of the snow.

Cradling her face with his hand, Ethan bent down, carefully kissing her lips.

Her lips were cold as snow, with a faint sweetness, tempting him to deepen the kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her, lowering his head to deepen the kiss boldly.

The longing of these days, the irritation of being misunderstood, the joy of regaining what was lost...

All those emotions were released amidst their entwined lips and tongues.

Raising her arms around his neck, Seraphina responded to his kiss actively.

For lovers, there is no better language than this.

Until both were breathless and nearly suffocating, they reluctantly released each other’s lips but still maintained the embrace of a kiss.

His large hands cradling her face, Ethan gently pressed his forehead against hers.

"Are you hungry?"

"Mm."

Seraphina responded softly.

"Wait, hubby will make you something to eat."

Pecking her lips, Ethan released her, turned, and walked to the kitchen.

After a few steps, he returned to her side.

Helping her off with her coat and wiping the melted snow from her hair, he lifted her and placed her on a chair outside the kitchen door.

"Wait here, it won’t take long."

Whispering this, Ethan smiled at her, opened the kitchen door, and went inside.

Opening the fridge and searching for ingredients, he occasionally turned to look at her.

His posture suggested as if he feared that if he looked away for a moment, she might leave.

Seraphina got up and came in, standing beside him, rolling up her sweater sleeves.

"I’ll help you."

"No need."

"I want to help you."

"Then..." Ethan handed her a clove of garlic, placing it in her hand, "Then you can help me peel the garlic."

"Are you underestimating me? I can not only peel garlic but also pick and wash vegetables."

"That won’t do." Ethan flicked her nose playfully, "My wife’s hands are those of a musician, not for such tasks."

They chatted and laughed, preparing the ingredients quickly.

Worried she might inhale smoke, he wouldn’t let her stay in the kitchen but pushed her directly outside the door.

"There are fumes in here, stay out of it, or else... you’ll see how I’ll handle you later."

He playfully threatened her with a smile, then returned to the kitchen.

Skillfully stir-frying two hot dishes, he also brought out a mixed cold dish to place on the table.

While Seraphina was serving rice, he deftly made a tomato and egg soup.

Placing the soup on the table, Ethan removed the apron and sat across from her.

"Before we eat, there are a few things I want to say..." Ethan sat up straight, looking at her face seriously, "That night, nothing happened between Chloe and me, if you don’t believe me..."

"I believe you." Seraphina gently cut him off, her voice filled with regret and apology, "Previously, it was I who didn’t trust you enough, I know you don’t like hearing ’I’m sorry,’ but still, I need to tell you... I’m really sorry, seeing you with Chloe then, I... I just couldn’t handle it."

"That’s the way it should be." Ethan smiled, "If you saw me with another woman and didn’t get jealous, could you still be my wife? Besides..."

He stretched out his right hand, covering her hand resting on the table.

"This matter isn’t entirely your fault, I hadn’t set proper boundaries before, I won’t make the same mistake again, won’t let you misunderstand me again."

Seraphina nodded, "Me too."

His fingers lightly caressed her palm, Ethan’s tone was soft.

"Hurry and eat, it won’t taste good if it gets cold."

The two picked up their chopsticks to eat, Ethan proactively picked up some food for her.

"By the way, how did you suddenly come to trust me?"

"Because..." Seraphina raised her face, "Chloe came to me and told me everything."

Ethan was slightly surprised, "Didn’t expect... it was her."

"Yeah, I didn’t expect she would tell me all about her own matters. At the time, I even slapped her." Thinking of Chloe Foster’s experiences, Seraphina gently shook her head, "I didn’t expect she had gone through such things, I probably can... understand her feelings."

After all, she had similar experiences.

However, she was a bit luckier than Chloe Foster.

That night, the boy who tried to force her didn’t succeed.

The thought of her past dark experiences made Seraphina frown slightly.

Ethan reached over, gently cradling her face with his hand.

"Everyone has their own darkest moments, don’t dwell on it too much. What’s in the past is in the past; you have to look forward."

Ethan took a deep breath, his tone grew deep.

"I remember when my mom passed away, someone once told me... these dark moments are like rests in a piece of music, sometimes making it seem discontinuous, but they are indispensable parts of the symphony. Only by finishing the entire piece and looking back will you understand the significance of these rests."

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