Chapter 221: He Hopes She Will Forget

    bChapter /bb221/bb: /bHe Hopes She bWill Forget /b

    Chapter 221: He Hopes She Will Forget

    (Elena ckwood’s POV)

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    I entered the restaurant in the evening, surprised to find only Marcus waiting for me. bThe /bprivate dining chamber was empty of other guests.

    He stood in the dimmplight wearing a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his wrists, lighting candles on the table. Behind him, floor–to–ceiling windows revealed the city’s enchanting nighttime silhouette, neon lights reflecting against the darkness.

    In the past, such a romantic scene might have moved me. Now I only felt puzzled.

    I slowed my pace and walked to my seat. “What does this mean?”

    Marcus extinguished the candle in his hand and smiled faintly. “It’s been a long time since we had a proper meal alone together. I thought being formal would be better.”

    “Such formality isn’t necessary,” I replied, keeping my voice neutral.

    He hummed in agreement, then added, “Perhaps this is myst time?”

    His words stunned me. Was he trying to gain my sympathy? I pulled out my chair and sat

    down.

    “You don’t have a fatal disease,” I retorted. “Don’t talk as if you’re about to die.”

    Marcusughed, his golden eyes catching the candlelight. “Can I understand that to mean you couldn’t bear to see me die?”

    I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. “You’re boring.” I called a server over to order while Marcus watched me with a smile, saying nothing.

    During the meal, I noticed Marcus barely touched his venison. He looked up at me, h expression unreadable.

    “Over these years, we never had a proper date, did we?” he observed.

    I paused, fork halfway to my mouth, without immediately responding.

    He continued methodically cutting his meat. “I used to think we could make up for it when we went on vacation, but unfortunately, we never went.”

     Chapter 221: He Hopes She Will Forget

    “What are you trying to say?” I asked, setting my fork down.

    “I still owe you a proper mating ceremony,” he answered, his voice low.

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    The mention of a mating ceremony darkened my mood instantly. I put down my chopsticks and stared at him.

    “Is this what you wanted to tell me tonight?”

    When he didn’t answer, I took it as confirmation and smiled bitterly. “In this world, some things cannot be made up for, Marcus. Scars on the human heart cannot be erased.”

    Marcus’s fingertips turned white as he gripped his utensils. He forced out a “hmm” in a low, hoarse voice.

    “But I still hope you can forget the unpleasantness of the past,” he added, not meeting my eyes.

    I dropped my smile and leaned forward. “What gives you the right to ask me to forget?”

    Marcus looked at me intently, his golden eyes burning with an emotion I couldn’t name. “I hope you will forget.”

    “Unless what happened before never urred,” I replied firmly, “otherwise, I will never forget.”

    Having lost my appetite, I stood up and left without finishing my meal. Marcus pressed his thin lips together tightly and didn’t try to stop me.

    Two dayster, I submitted the evidence provided by Rachel Thompson to the Southern Territory Pack Enforcement Division.

    When officers reviewed the surveince footage, one of them frowned. “Why didn’t you report the crime immediately after it happened?”

    “There was no evidence at that time,” I exined, keeping my voice steady.

    The enforcement officers exchanged nces before turning back to me. “Since the indent didn’t ur within our jurisdiction, we’ll contact the Central Territory enforcement station for investigation. If the facts are verified, we’ll handle the cases together.”

    As I was about to leave, a man in a dark isuit /iapproached the front desk. He showed his credentials to the officer on duty.

    “I’m Detective Morgan,” he said, his voice authoritative. “I’m inquiring about a suspect named Sophia Rivers who was brought in for vitingmercial secrets.”

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    The officer nodded. “Yes, she’s in custody.”

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    Detective Morgan’s expression hardened. “This woman is involved in a murder case. bAnyone /bwho dares to grant her bail will face punishment.”

    I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Sophia wouldn’t be released anytime soon.

    (Sophia Rivers’s POV)

    I sat on the hard bench in the detention cell, waiting impatiently for Hazel Green toe for me. She had connections in the enforcement division and had helped cover up David ckthorne’s incident. Surely she could get me released on bail.

    The detention cell housed three other women. I avoided eye contact, keeping to myself.

    An older short–haired woman sized me up from across the cell. Her eyes were calcting, her posture suggesting she was used to this environment.

    “Hey,” she called out, her voice rough. “I heard you’re quite capable, that you once bribed people in the station to get someone crippled?”

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