Chapter 236 Regretting the Divorce
There was no sound behind him, leading Lucian to believe that Calista might have been upset by his
words.
He continued after pausing for a few seconds, “So, you’re better off giving up on trying to get away from
me.”
He heard nothing from her despite waiting for a long time. He frowned, found a steady position, and hefted the person on his back.
“Callie! Calista! Calista Everhart!”
Despite his calls, the person on his back remained unresponsive.
Lucian panicked and hurriedly set Calista down. He was usually a fussy rich man with clear standards for where the wrinkles should sit when ironing his clothes.
But now, he was sitting on the muddy mountain path and cradling her in his arms.
The woman’s face was blue from the cold. Her disheveled hair clung to her face and her eyes were tightly
shut. Rather than being upset at him, she seemed to have fainted from the cold.
Lucian patted her face; his hands were already quite cold but Calista’s face was even colder.
“Wake up, Callie. Cade will be here soon. Don’t fall asleep.”
He bent down slightly, shielding her from the raindrops falling from the sky.
“I’m going to kiss you if you don’t wake up.”
Calista frowned, thought it was unclear if it was because he had patted her face or his words. She buried.
her face into his arms.
“I’m tired. I want to sleep. Stop being annoying.
She could feel the warmth draining from her body. Of course, Lucian wasn’t going to let her fall asleep. Seeing her respond, he held her shoulders and shook her.
“Can we talk?”
Calista, who was on the verge of falling asleep, was awakened again. Her brows were furrowed.
“Talk about what?”
Lucian fell silent. He barely knew anything about her profession. So, there was no point starting there.
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Now that he thought about it, the only topic between them that might pique her interest was…
“Let’s talk about Paul,” he said.
She thought about his words but didn’t know what to say.
Lucian took off her drenched coat and held her tightly in his arms to attempt to provide her freezing body
some warmth.
“Why did you like Paul back then?”
Calista frowned, not wanting to answer the question. She liked him because she liked him. There was no specific reason.
“Was it because he helped you deal with those thugs?”
She was left stunned for a few seconds before she realized the meaning behind his words.
“Perhaps.”
She could barely remember the naive love of her teenage years. How was she supposed to pinpoint when she had started liking Paul? Lucian stroked her face.
“Now that you know the person who
saved you is me, shouldn’t you be falling in love with me instead?”
Calista rolled her eyes and couldn’t be bothered to respond. This wasn’t like doing schoolwork where she could erase her answers and rewrite them.
He spoke again when he realized she wasn’t going to reply after half a minute of silence.
“Were you afraid?”
A long time had passed since then. She had forgotten most of the details.
But perhaps it was because it was her first time encountering something like that, the fear she
experienced was deeply etched into her bones.
“Yes.”
“What if Paul never answered you that night? What would you have done?”
They were partying at Cade’s place that night. Paul had been drunk and never checked his phone.
Calista’s message was something he inadvertently saw.
Later, during the commotion, his phone had accidentally fallen into the pool. The group consisted of
There were no important calls they had to take. No one wanted to go into the pool to fish it out in that
weather either.
By the time the maids fished it out the next day, it was already damaged from being submerged in water. Calista gave it some thought and then shook her head.
If that man had been motivated by momentary lust, she could’ve sought refuge with a friend for a few
days.
But Wayne Cardoso had made it clear that he would wait for her at school. If Paul hadn’t responded, she would probably fight him tooth and nail.
Lucian looked at her muddle–headed expression and wanted nothing more than to crush the heartless
woman in his
s arms.
Didn’t you ever think to turn to
someone else for help?”
She shook her head.
“Who else could I have turned to?”
Zachary despised her. Those who befriended her because of her status as the eldest daughter of the Everhart family all wanted to stay away from her,
The only person who never changed was Paul. Who else could she have turned to? Calista stared at
Lucian, and her muddled thoughts began to clear.
The man was drenched from head to toe. Rainwater dripped from his stern profile. His dark eyes stood out in the night. Was he suggesting that she should’ve gotten help from him?
“Why did you help me back then? If I recall, we weren’t close.”
The only interactions they shared were because of their connection to Paul. Their connection had been so shallow that it would not be worth it for him to step in and resort to violence.
According to Selena, that man wanted revenge and drove into Lucian by taking advantage of his
inattention. He ended up in the hospital.
Lucian must’ve looked into Wayne before doing this. He couldn’t have been unaware of what kind of
person he was.
“I didn’t want to see you cry.”
The man pursed his lips. His voice was hoarse. Cold lips brushed against Calista’s earlobe, but he didn’t
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However, the man didn’t move away, leaving her to believe that the man was likely kissing her. Her shivering body stiffened.
“I didn’t cry:”
Had she cried? She didn’t remember. But she had sent a few text messages that day. Even if she had cried, he couldn’t possibly know.
“You did. It was such a miserable cry too. You were like a bullied kitten.
Calista was certain that he was lying. Even if she had cried, she would never cry like a helpless kitten. That wasn’t like her at all. Even if she did cry, she would be wailing with no care for her image.
Her head was rested against the man’s shoulder with his jaw above her. He was shielding her from the raindrops so her words were no longer drowned out by the pouring rain.
“Do you regret divorcing me, Lucian?”
Lucian was too close. Calista’s lips were occasionally brushing against his bobbing Adam’s apple. It made her hesitate to open her mouth, making her voice sound somewhat strange.
Recently, he had been showing up wherever she went and acting in ways that would invite misunderstandings. She wasn’t a fool who was blind to his advances.
“Yes,” he answered.
It took her a while to respond, but her voice was so soft that it was barely audible. However, it was difficult to ignore when her words were resolute.
“I don’t regret divorcing you. I think things are fine the way they are now. So, stop wasting your time on me.
Lucian chuckled.
“What’s fine? You’re fine with me pestering you like a piece of toffee?”
Calista said nothing.
A glaring beam from a flashlight shone up at them, piercing through the rain and the unyielding darkness.
It vividly exposed their disheveled states to their approaching audience.
