Chapter 322 Lennon gave a bitter smile and said, âGrandpa, give me some time, and I will think about it.â
Robert patted Lennon on the shoulder and said earnestly, âLenny, I can wait, but the Logan family cannot wait.â
Lennon closed his eyes, his chest heaving as if he was desperately suppressing something.â
âIf you truly love Mariela,â Robert said patiently, âwhy donât you wait until youâve sorted out Nikolasâ problem? Then you can win her back.â Lennonâs voice was slightly hoarse, with a look of confusion in his eyes. He seemed lost. Robert had never seen this expression on his face before.âWhat if she doesnât want to be with me anymore by then?â
Robert didnât know the answer.
He understood Lennonâs feelings, but he couldnât promise him anything. Peopleâs hearts change in an instant. No one was sure of anything. Besides, it was Lennon who suggested breaking up, so Mariela had no reason to wait.
He wanted Lennon to be resolute. Only then would Mariela give up and Nikolas would be deceived.
But if Lenny was resolute and hurt Marielaâs heart, why should she reconcile with him again?
This was an unsolvable problem.
Menu Robert thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, âLenny, if you donât want to break up with her, you should talk to her and make it clear that she must accompany you in this act. The precondition is that you can ensure she can perform well without revealing any flaws that could be used against her, causing harm to her family.â
Lennon was silent.
It couldnât work.
Mariela couldnât hide her thoughts. If she hadnât completely given up, every time she saw him, her eyes would betray her, and Nikolas would notice it.
âYou should weigh it carefully.â Robert stood up.âI applied to return to New York this time to cancel the wedding. Think it over, and give me an answer tomorrow. Tomorrow night, I will go to the hospital with you to apologize to Deandre.â
Lennon hung his head in silence, enveloped in melancholy and sadness.
Knowing that he needed some time alone, Robert stopped speaking and turned to go upstairs.
The hall was cold and empty, with tightly closed doors and windows. Not even a breeze could come in, and the air was so stuffy that it was to catch oneâs breath.
Lennon tugged at his collar, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
The winter sun shone through the glass window and cast shadows on the polished floor.
Lennon felt lonely.