CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO QUESTION ME?

Adrian Jennings laid Talia onto the bed, "You’re tired, go to sleep first, I’ll go out and take a look."

The door opened, and Adrian Jennings furrowed his brows.

The person outside was Ethan Grant.

He almost forgot, Ethan was in the ancient town now.

How interesting.

Adrian Jennings had just finished showering, with only a towel wrapped around him, and the kiss marks on his collarbone clearly visible.

Suddenly seeing such a scene, Ethan Grant’s forehead veins pulsed violently, his breath caught, his face turned pale, and a dangerous storm brewed in his eyes.

"What did you do to Talia!" Ethan Grant clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Adrian Jennings chuckled lightly.

"We’re boyfriend and girlfriend, what else could we do?"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Ethan Grant felt his chest tense, as if all the blood in his body had solidified, his head throbbed painfully.

He had once masochistically wondered if Talia and Adrian Jennings had already slept together.

But that was just a thought after all.

Truly at this moment, seeing the ambiguous marks on Adrian Jennings firsthand, Ethan Grant felt as if for a second, everything went black.

A sharp ringing in his ears accompanied by a fierce heartache threatened to overwhelm him, his whole being swaying.

The next moment, Ethan Grant was like a mad beast, his eyes bloodshot, he roared and charged.

Adrian Jennings took a step back, dodging to the side, then his fist landed hard on Ethan Grant’s face, simultaneously kicking him fiercely.

Pain erupted on Ethan Grant’s face, his mind buzzing.

He staggered back repeatedly, his body hitting the corridor wall with a dull thud.

"Heh." Adrian Jennings’ eyes flashed with derision, "Ethan Grant, I gave you a chance, three years ago, Talia chose to be with you, I even convinced myself as long as she’s happy, I’d bless you both, but what about you? How did you treat her?"

Ethan Grant’s heart felt as if it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, squeezing it repeatedly, leaving him breathless with pain.

Adrian Jennings didn’t give him time to breathe, questioning again: "Ethan Grant, what qualifications or position do you have to question me?"

This sentence was lethal.

Ethan Grant was momentarily bewildered.

Indeed.

What qualifications did he have now?

He was the one who destroyed his relationship with Talia, the one who pushed her to someone else!

Adrian Jennings looked at Ethan Grant with contemptuous disdain, as if he was looking at a lost dog.

He despised such men the most.

Not cherishing what they have when they possess it, only pretending to be affectionate after losing it.

Late affection is cheaper than grass, who is he putting on this act for now?

After a moment of silence, Ethan Grant wiped away the bewilderment on his face, as if he had found a rightful reason for himself.

He tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing a smile, the bloodstains around his lips making him appear crazed and obsessive.

"Of course I have qualifications, because I love her! No one will love her more than I do!"

Adrian Jennings laughed angrily, raised his eyebrows, and said amusingly: "Love her? Haha, even a dog would shake its head at your love."

Ethan Grant was about to say something.

Talia’s voice rang out angrily and surprised from behind Adrian Jennings.

"Ethan Grant, what are you doing here?"

She glared at Ethan Grant, that gaze, like she was looking at a sworn enemy.

Upon hearing Talia’s voice, Ethan Grant looked over.

The first thing he saw was the unusual flush on Talia’s face, and the lingering passion in her eyes.

And further down, the glaring kiss mark on her snow-white neck.

At this moment, Ethan Grant finally understood what it meant to have his heart gouged out.

If just now, listening to Adrian Jennings’ words, he still held onto a shred of hope, deceiving himself that it was just Adrian forcing lies to provoke him.

But now, seeing the marks on Talia and the seductive demeanor in her eyes, Ethan Grant was driven to madness.

He vaguely smelled a lingering lewd scent in the air.

They really did it.

This realization nearly drove Ethan Grant to collapse.

His heart felt as if a chunk of meat had been forcibly cut out, bleeding, the pain almost suffocating.

"Talia." Ethan Grant’s voice was hoarse, with a noticeable sob, "I beg you, please don’t be so cruel to me, how could you..."

How could you make love to another man.

These words were too cruel for him to bear, just the thought pierced his heart with agony, he couldn’t say them out loud.

It was only at this moment that Ethan Grant realized how deep his obsession was for Talia, how strong his possessiveness.

Throughout the past twenty-some years, Ethan Grant had never been as broken and desperate as he was now.

A tear slid silently from his eyes, Ethan Grant felt shattered with sorrow.

The winter cold wind enveloped him, biting and cutting.

Standing in the chill, Ethan Grant stared at Talia in grief, as if about to be swept away with the wind at any moment.

Talia’s jaw tightened, her face cold, the anger in her eyes unmistakable, "Ethan Grant, we broke up peacefully, I left you with enough dignity, if you keep harassing me like this over and over again, don’t blame me for being merciless!"

Ethan Grant’s eyes glistened with tears, the area where Adrian Jennings hit him was bruised, reddened.

"No." Ethan Grant’s voice rasped, "Talia, I truly made a mistake, I beg you, please come back... I beg you, Talia..."

He was reduced to dust.

He no longer cared about saving face, at this moment, he was humbly pleading with Talia, crying like a child.

Seeing him like this, Talia sighed helplessly.

She rubbed her temples, tiredly said, "Ethan Grant, what’s the point of this? I’m really tired, please let me go."

Ethan Grant’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice choked, "I’m sorry Talia, I can’t do it."

Talia frowned slightly, said nothing more, just gave him a cold glance, and prepared to close the door.

Ethan Grant panicked, suddenly reaching to block it.

His hand stuck in the doorframe.

Talia didn’t react in time, using a little force as she closed the door, Ethan Grant’s hand got pinched, the pain making him gasp.

Talia’s eyes flickered with surprise, then returned to indifference, "Ethan Grant, just leave."

After she finished speaking, Talia attempted to close the door again.

Adrian Jennings reached out and pushed Ethan Grant back, preventing him from blocking the door again.

The door closed.

The corridor fell silent once more.

Outside the door.

Ethan Grant closed his eyes in pain.

Silent tears fell.

This evening, for him, was a terrible nightmare.

From then on, this night became his haunting demon, never allowing him peace.

Ethan Grant stood alone in place for a very long time.

Long enough for the lights inside to go out.

Long enough for the noisy night to fall silent, never to hear any sound again.

Ethan Grant dragged his numb body, like a walking corpse, step by step into the elevator.

Pressed the button.

Descended.

Tonight was a cold night.

Outside, the wind and snow raged.

Since the room had heating, Ethan Grant was only wearing a thin shirt.

He wandered silently with his head down, alone, in the midst of the blustering snow, without direction or destination.

It felt as if there was a big hole in his heart, through which the cold wind blew incessantly.

The biting cold wind outside paled in comparison to the chill inside his heart.

Ethan Grant felt that on this night, all the snow in the world fell onto his heart.