Chapter 1053
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
Blake suddenly became angry. She looked into Kevinâs eyes and demanded, âWhat do you mean I lack basic decency? Kevin, look at me. Do you actually have feelings for me, or is this all just an act?â
Kevin remained silent, but his eyes betrayed him. Blakeâs heart plummeted with the realization.
She had a bittersweet smile on her face. She sank onto the bed, resignation in her posture. She said, âI shouldâve known. Someone like you with someone like me⦠it was never going to work, was it? Was there an ulterior motive from the start?â
Shakily, she asked, âWhat do you want from me, Kevin? I know you donât really care, but I have feelings too. I donât toy with peopleâs feelings like you do.â
Tears brimmed in Blakeâs eyes as she stared at the unresponsive Kevin. His usual decisiveness now appeared cold and indifferent.
âEven if Kevin was using me, couldnât he at least pretend? Just saying âI like youâ wouldâve been enough. But he didnât even do that⦠Maybe he really likes Ms. Parker.â Blakeâs thoughts raced with hurt and confusion.
âLeave, Kevin. Iâm clearly just a tool for you. You canât even pretend to care,â Blake said, her voice laced with pain.
Kevin, typically so in control, seemed to falter. He said, âYour resignation will not be accepted. Youâll become a permanent employee, with triple the salary. Thatâs all you need to know.â
Then, he left abruptly, leaving his wallet on the table.
âGet out! The further away, the better!â
In a mix of anger and hurt, Blake hurled something at the door as it closed behind Kevin.
Outside, Kevin and Liam passed each other silently, tension in the air. Liamâs gaze followed Kevin, and he commented, âShe deserves better.â
Kevin rode down the elevator and exited the building, his face turning away. He felt the heaviness of the moment as he walked to his car/
He drove through the empty streets, his mind swirling with thoughts and emotions, âSo she knew everything. She wasnât supposed to be part of this, but sheâs the key. Only she could lower Ceciliaâs guard,â
Kevin stopped on the roadside. He was so consumed by his inner turmoil that the cigarette in his hand was forgotten. The cold morning breeze wafted through his car, stirring him from his thoughts.
He glanced at his watch and realized it was already 9:30 a.m. The morning light cast long shadows, mirroring the complexity of his feelings in that moment.