Chapter 824: 416: Awkward to the Extreme (Second Update)

"I know all her secrets, but she doesn’t love me. No matter what I do, even if I marry her, she doesn’t love me."His insecurities and numerous demands from her actually stem from his lack of confidence in this relationship.

He originally thought that marrying her would make her wholeheartedly stay with him.

But he was wrong.

"In her heart, I might be the person closest to love, but I haven’t truly entered her heart."

"In her life, there’s really no need for someone like me."

"She can do everything independently; I know she can do it well. But she does it too well, she won’t discuss anything with me, not even when she suddenly resigns and wants to go back to being a Heavenly Master..."

"When I tell you this, you surely understand. Kids from ordinary families see their jobs as very important."

"But she resigned just like that, without a word of discussion with me. She told everyone in her family, except for me."

"She doesn’t even know that I’ve been busy and haven’t been home for several days."

"I told her not to pursue a career as a Heavenly Master, and she was so angry she almost jumped."

"I’m self-deprecating, why did I make her choose between her family’s Heavenly Master business and me?"

"Is there any need to ask? She would surely choose her family’s business!"

Kenneth Osborne chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I was really naïve, completely clueless, yet I thought I could compete with her beloved family business."

"I truly shouldn’t have asked, but since we were so close, I lost my head and forgot my place, becoming arrogant enough to ask such a reckless question to Queen Nora."

He thought of Lawrence Winters’ cocky demeanor and slightly curved his lip.

Despite Lawrence Winters breaking his heart, he couldn’t help but smile when he thought of her.

This might have been the first time he realized that Lawrence Winters wasn’t just that little sister from next door calling him brother all the time.

The girl he loved had quietly grown up and could make her own choices now.

Kenneth Osborne reminisced about the bits and pieces of his life with Lawrence Winters over the years, as if looking through a finely crafted picture frame at yellowing old photographs.

Time flies, things change, but he and she have drifted further apart.

Kenneth Osborne lowered his head and noticed droplets on the back of his hand.

He looked up at the sky, and it wasn’t raining; the sunshine was still shining brightly.

But when he looked up, he realized something gritty was flowing back into his eyes.

What’s going on?

He used the back of his hand to wipe his face and realized he had unknowingly shed tears.

Kenneth Osborne closed his eyes and stood up from the bluestone slab, still holding a cigarette.

He said lightly, "Brother, I am sorry you left us so early."

"But not many people in this world have luck like yours. The first girl you liked also happened to like you, then you left this world at the peak of your love."

"In her heart, you will always be the most beautiful, and in your heart, she will be the same."

"I’m different. I live as if just to witness her growth and her love. And by her side, it seems there’s no place for me, I’m just a passerby."

"Do you know why I agreed to divorce her? Initially, I absolutely disagreed. But when I saw that rich kid sticking around her at times like this, not repelled but rather at ease, I knew that the rift between us would only deepen."

"If I don’t let go, I don’t know how ugly it will become in the future."

"Getting divorced now, at least we can still retain some good memories, or I can unilaterally keep those good memories."

"Because how she feels now, I have no idea," Kenneth Osborne shook his head helplessly and patted Joyce Shaw’s tombstone.

Just then, he heard a child’s soft crying suddenly coming from behind a pine tree next to the grave.

Kenneth Osborne was startled and almost shouted.

How could there be a baby’s cry in the cemetery?

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, almost overturning his materialist worldview, even wondering if the amulets sold in Lawrence Winters’ family shop might be useful...

But under the bright daylight, what kind of demons or ghosts could there be?

He quickly steadied himself, looking in the direction of the sound, and cautiously asked, "Who’s there?"