To the Love of My Life-Chapter 858 - Enchanting Time: The Wedding (Finale 28)_1

Chapter 858: Chapter 858 Enchanting Time: The Wedding (Finale 28)_1

Madeleine turned her head and stared at the lights outside the window for a while before she slowly walked to the window.

She pushed open the window, and the summer breeze, carrying warmth, rushed in.

Howard lived in a high-rise, and from there Madeleine could look down upon the myriad lights of other homes. In the past, whenever she felt upset, it was mostly because Howard had gotten a new girlfriend. Seeing Howard being affectionate with other women in front of her was tough; though she always hid her affection and acted carefree, she was, after all, a woman with the unique sentimentality and susceptibility to melancholy that came with her gender. So, whenever she felt unbearably oppressed, she would run to a high place and watch the myriad lights, and then her mood would gradually calm down.

But tonight, no matter how long she stared, her mood remained downcast.

Could it be that pouring one’s whole heart into love ultimately only resulted in this heart-wrenching despair?

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Madeleine glanced down, watching the cars below reduced to twinkling lights, and suddenly the thought crossed her mind: what if she closed her eyes, jumped down from here, and then never had to feel as awful as she did now?

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In the over 300 square meters of silent spaciousness, Howard sat at the dining table, unaware of just how long he had been frozen in the last pose Madeleine saw before she left, until the ringtone of his cell phone brought him out of his daze. It was a call from Rusell, but he had no desire to answer, turning off the device instead. His gaze then fell on the nearly untouched dishes Madeleine had made.

Truthfully, he had no appetite, but he picked up the chopsticks and began transferring the dishes, one plate after another, to himself and silently started to eat.

There were salty dishes, spicy ones, and sour ones… but to Howard, they might as well have had no taste at all except for a profound bitterness filling his mouth and lingering in his heart.

Midway through the meal, he felt his stomach becoming distended. Over the years, he had drunk a lot of alcohol and ate irregularly, which hadn’t been good for his stomach. Nonetheless, he showed no signs of stopping, just kept shoving food into his mouth until he started to feel a faint pain in his stomach.

But Howard didn’t stop. Tears began to well up in his eyes, turning red and acidic. Desperately, he kept stuffing spicy vegetarian hot pot into his mouth, eating so hastily that he choked. As the spice spread through his nostrils, he doubled over in violent coughs, and eventually, tears uncontrollably cascaded down.

Howard firmly gripped his chopsticks, maintaining his bowed head, watching as droplets of water fell to the pristine floor.

His shoulders shook slightly as he remained rigid for a long time until his emotions settled. Then he straightened up and continued eating, but soon enough, tears once again fell unabashed.

He insisted on swallowing all the dishes, and only then did he slowly push himself up from the table and made his way with some difficulty to the second bedroom.

He didn’t turn on the lights, merely sprawled haphazardly on the floor, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, feeling as if his stomach would burst from the swelling, and his throat as if it were filled with lead, unbearably uncomfortable.

Just the other day, he had told Steve Burton he only saw Madeleine as a little sister.