Chapter 1408: 1047: What Is Love, and What Do People Pursue?

"Sorry, President Liam, I really don’t know where my lady is.""Jasmine." Liam Coldwell’s eyes were icy and distant. "Do you really want her to marry that man, to be with that man?"

Jasmine hadn’t just met Liam Coldwell yesterday; she knew he was a decent person. But Jasmine seemed to respect Eva Nightingale’s choices more.

He was definitely not some easy pushover.

Liam Coldwell had already planned to make his relationship with Eva public in the Z Country. Coming here now was just to inform Jasmine, so she could go back and tell Eva to come home early.

So she wouldn’t end up crushed by public opinion later.

"Jasmine, even if you don’t talk, I’ll still have people investigate. Finding out where she is is only a matter of time. Besides, if Aunt Eliana finds out she secretly ran off with a man... basically got married or something—Jasmine, what do you think Aunt Eliana will do!?"

"You..." She forced her anger back down. "President Liam is right; how could my lady possibly secretly marry some man. Madam is marrying my lady to you; naturally, she’ll hand her over to you, doesn’t that make sense?"

"It’s just that, President Liam, there’s really no need for you to be this anxious. People say if you’re too impatient, you can’t eat hot tofu..."

"Who said I like eating hot tofu?" He cut Jasmine off, a wicked smile curling his lips, dark and sly. "Maybe... I feel like trying it cold instead?"

Jasmine: "!!!"

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Liam Coldwell really was a man of his word.

He even sent people to dig up information on Eva Nightingale, and they turned her entire situation inside out.

He’d been swamped with government affairs for a while.

Only now did he find out that so much had happened while she was away.

In fact, Liam Coldwell had always known about Eva’s flash marriage.

In his mind, he clearly was the one who met this woman first, yet she’d gone and flash-married another man behind his back. Any man would have a hard time letting that go... and deep down, he felt unwilling, resentful.

Liam Coldwell seemed like someone with a very good temper. Besides being handsome, he was easy to approach. When he used to be with Eva, he often coaxed and pampered her.

Back then he’d always be calling her "wife, wife," but later, when Eva didn’t let him call her that anymore, he stopped.

On this side, Eliana Beckett had already accepted his betrothal gifts. Naturally, he was planning to bring her home as his wife.

Now, his "fiancée" had just vanished into thin air like this. Of course he felt terrible.

"President Liam, we’ve found out that Miss Eva Nightingale is currently in the Marwell Islands..." his subordinate reported. "She’s accompanied by the Imperial President of the Sovereign Empire."

He emphasized it on purpose, hoping Liam Coldwell would think twice.

Was there any kind of woman he couldn’t have?

Why trap himself in this love triangle that clearly has no good ending?

"President Liam, you really need to think this through. It’s very likely you’ll throw yourself in, and in the end end up with nothing at all—why bother?" If they’d known it would be like this, why start in the first place.

For example, isn’t there a Sophie Linwood right next to Liam Coldwell?

Miss Linwood practically circles around him every day, and he never even spares her an extra glance.

Sometimes, it’s really impossible to understand...

Sometimes, you really can’t figure out what’s going on in other people’s inner worlds; even more, you can’t figure out what exactly you yourself are chasing after.

"For her, even if I end up covered in wounds, I’m willing," Liam Coldwell said. "I still remember when she was imprisoned on that Island, crying as she called me for help..."

"You guys don’t get it. When a woman you’re in love with calls you for help, crying her heart out, tears streaming like rain—that kind of heartache."

"I believe Eva has her difficulties; and my mom, plus Aunt Eliana, have already tacitly approved of me and her..."