At this moment, Beatrice finally didn’t want to deceive herself anymore.
She pressed her chest hard and gasped, tears falling in big drops.
Even though there were always women around him, Beatrice was only willing to believe that he was cold and never cared about anyone.
Now she had given up, admitting that she had always been just a whim of his.
Harold had never loved her.
So, she was ready to let go completely.
In front of the camera, Harold and Viola held hands tightly, their eyes affectionate and passionate.
Beatrice pursed her chapped lips and this longing for unattainable love deeply hurt her.
Just the day before yesterday, Harold was photographed going in and out of the hotel with Viola to buy gifts for the elders, suspected to be preparing to meet the parents.
At the beginning of the new year, the bell struck twelve.
Beatrice raised her hand and turned off the TV.
She knew that Harold would bring Viola home for New Year’s Eve dinner tonight.
For the rest of his life, Viola would be the only one by his side.
The wind was a little cool at night.
Beatrice’s face was covered with snot and tears. She had just finished the IV drip and was sniffing her nose when she heard the gossipy screams of the young nurse outside the door.
“He is the one who is in charge of the Dolton Family, right? That man is so gentle and handsome! His girlfriend is the real winner. She was so nervous after just a minor scratch. If I were his girlfriend, I would definitely faint from happiness!”
Beatrice followed the nurse’s gaze.
Harold took off his coat and put it on Viola, then frowned, as if dissatisfied, bent down slightly and walked toward this side with the whole person in his arms.
When their eyes met, Beatrice’s heart still skipped a beat.
She was a little nervous and was about to explain.
But Harold just paused, frowned and passed by as if he didn’t see her.
Beatrice laughed at herself and finally lowered her head again after raising it, holding onto the wall and preparing to walk out.
The huge corridor became silent due to Harold’s appearance.
Her feet were rubbed by her high heels and with every step she took, the corridor echoed with a “click click” sound, which was particularly harsh.
Suddenly Harold stopped, his eyes full of impatience and after looking her up and down, she spoke suddenly. “You’re following me?”