Alex laughed at himself. “I haven’t considered anyone else besides her. So, what choice do I have to make?” Eugene said, “Go and talk to her clearly then. You’re not blood siblings, so why torture each other like this?”
Alex let out a deep sigh. “I’m worried that in the future, I might resent her because of this matter. My mother and she would clash. Our future days would be consumed by her identity as Winnie’s daughter and this will consume all the love that I have for her. If that’s the case, it’s not something I want to see. I’d rather stay in the present, where at least we love each other.”
Eugene was infuriated by his words. He took a deep breath and his voice became heavier. “Do you think this isn’t consuming? You’re consuming her youth, and her passion, and undermining her newly found confidence! Your so-called consideration for her is just selfishness after weighing your options. If you truly want to hold on to the present, at the very least, you should be honest instead of saying nothing and making her carry an anxious heart while waiting for you!”
Alex stared at him blankly for a while and he felt even more restless. He growled, “I know!” He couldn’t bear to break up but also didn’t know how to accept it if they stayed together.
Eugene glared at him. “Then what are you waiting for? Whether it’s breaking up or staying together, go and make it clear to her!”
Alex, who was annoyed, glared at Eugene and turned to get into the car as he instructed the driver, “Go to Muse Peninsula.”
Although Eugene irked him a lot, he was right. Whether it was breaking up or staying together, he had to make things clear to her. He couldn’t continue avoiding it. It was because he was here that she intentionally left first, wasn’t it?
When did they start avoiding each other? He leaned back dejectedly in the back seat of the car, thinking about what to say and how to say it when they meet, so as not to hurt her. Suddenly, the driver’s voice came from the front. “Mr. Road, is that Miss Fenton over there?”
Alex looked ahead and saw a slender figure sitting on the curb not far away. She sat with her knees up to her chest and buried her head deep between her legs, forming a small, pitiful bundle that made one’s heart ache just by looking at her.
Didn’t she say she was going home? Why was she sitting here? Was it because she was also feeling miserable and didn’t know what to do? He quickly instructed the driver, “Pull over to the side.”
The car stopped, and he was about to push the door open and get out when he saw four men on the street who seemed to be drunk, leaning on each other and swaying toward Jewel.
One of the men tilted his head as if sizing her up. He stared at Jewel for a long time. Then, he exchanged glances with the other three men and smirked. The driver looked back at Alex, who was about to get out of the car, and asked, “Mr. Road, should we help her?”
Alex observed for a moment and said, “No need. She can handle these little punks. Let her vent. It might do her some good!”
It was too agonizing to hold it all in alone, but no one could help her bear this kind of pain. Jewel truly felt that she was too worthless.
She thought she could feign it well, but when she saw that Alex was truly indifferent to her, her heart hurt as if it was being overturned by raging waves. She couldn’t bear a single moment longer.
After coming out, instead of taking a cab directly home, she wanted to walk and enjoy the night breeze. However, just as she sat down here, some foolish men approached her.
“What’s wrong, little girl? Are you drunk? How about I take you home?” One of the punks, Justin Bucks, spoke ambiguously and reached out to touch her face. Jewel suddenly raised her head and coldly uttered a word to him, “Scram!”
