Chapter 271

Chapter 271 Someone Is Here

No matter what I said, it simply fell on deaf ears. Ronan had gone berserk. The grip on his hand was so strong that he almost crushed my shoulders.

“Ronan, what are you doing? Let go of me! You’re hurting me!”

I grimaced from the pain in my shoulders, Ronan’s furious expression striking fear into my heart.

Given how nonchalant he usually looked, I didn’t expect him to lash out with such ferocity. In fact, his reaction was in some ways similar to Michael’s.

“Tell me how he is better than me! Why have you never considered my feelings? Why won’t you love me?”

Rage swelled within Ronan, so did the pressure from his hands.

Unable to resist the excruciating pain any longer, I pushed Ronan away with all my might. If I hadn’t resisted, he would have crushed my shoulders.

Caught off guard, Ronan staggered backward from my push. I was filled with guilt when I saw the agonizing look on his face. However, I didn’t know what to say to comfort him at all.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Ronan suddenly sniggered.

At that moment, he looked like an entirely different person from the one I knew. To be honest, I didn’t like this side of him at all.

Even with a heartless expression, he had maintained a vibrant exterior. But now, it was obvious that I had hurt him.

After a long silence. I finally looked Ronan in the eye and asserted, “I’m well aware of the feelings you have for me, but we can’t force matters of the heart. You have always known that I only have feelings for Michael. Even if I didn’t ruin his wedding today, I still wouldn’t be together with you.”

Looking at me in sorrow, he didn’t say a word. I was cognizant what I did today had crushed him. Nevertheless, I knew it was inevitable.

“Ronan, I’m not worthy of your feelings for me, and I’m sure you will find someone better. A girl like me isn’t compatible with you.”

In truth, Michael and I differed a lot from each other. Hence, his feelings for me might have been triggered by a fleeting curiosity. After all, it was obvious to me that both of us were not suited for each other.

“Are you saying all this just so you can avoid me? This talk about compatibility is irrelevant. All I know is that I want you and feel the urge to make you mine. But all you ever do is hurt me. Anna, you really are a heartless woman.”

To Ronan, my explanation was nothing but a sick joke. I knew that no matter what I said, it would only sound like an excuse to him.

“I know whatever I say now is useless. I also know that I’ve hurt you deeply today. But I hope we can still be friends.”

I was overwhelmed with guilt when it came to Ronan. Although we had the right to love whoever we wanted and matters of the heart were always selfish, it didn’t take away the misery I felt for hurting the person who had always been by my side when I needed someone the most.

I wasn’t a saint, and neither did I have romantic feelings for Ronan. Nevertheless, he was still important to me, just like a sibling or perhaps a kindred spirit. Therefore, I tried my best to soften the blow.

“Friends? Do you actually think we can still be friends? Anna, you are the first girl that I truly like. But you are also the person who has hurt me the most,” Ronan sneered at my suggestion of remaining friends.

I knew that there was no way he would accept whatever I said right now. Despite how hurtful his words were, I didn’t blame him at all. After all, I was the source of his misery.

“I’m sorry.”

Other than apologizing, I didn’t know what else to say. There was no way I could make up for the hurt I caused.

“That’s not what I want to hear,” Ronan said coldly as he looked at me.

After that, he turned and left.

The moment he turned, I caught a glimpse of the tears welling up in his eyes.

Trembling, I could feel guilt permeating every fiber of my body. At that moment, I realized how selfish I was. When I ruined Michael’s wedding, all I could think of was myself; I didn’t consider others’ feelings.

I watched Ronan’s silhouette until he disappeared from my sight. Only then did I withdraw my gaze.

After showering at night, I lay on my bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Michael had declared that he would marry me in half a month’s time. Despite the wonderful news, I could barely feel any joy.

I sighed as I felt restless in bed. With everything that happened in the day, I was so drained that I wasn’t bothered to process what was going on.

Just when I was tossing and turning in bed, I heard the door opening.

My senses were pricked. I had made a lot of enemies after destroying Michael’s wedding. Furthermore, I was also traumatized by the previous incursion into my home.

Creeping out of bed, I hid behind the door with a mug in my hand. If the intruder was hostile, I would smash it right on his head.

When I heard the sound of approaching footsteps in the living hall, my heart skipped a beat and my grip on the mug tightened.

As I was living alone, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. Trembling in fear, I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I prayed that the intruder would quickly leave.

There was a brief silence. I thought the intruder was gone. However, what happened next terrified me further. I heard the footsteps grow louder; they were walking in the direction of my bedroom.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, seized by fear. By then, I had raised the mug up high and was prepared to strike once the intruder entered.

As I held my breath, I heard the footsteps stop outside my door. With the help of the dim moonlight, I glared intently at the doorknob.

Before I knew it, the doorknob began to turn. With my heart pounding furiously, my mind flashed with ideas on how to defend myself if the intruder turned out to be hostile.

I was prepared to get hurt as long as I could guarantee the safety of my baby.