CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100 REMEMBER THAT DAY (2)_1

When he heard her utter those self-mocking words, he was shocked.

He stared at her incredulously, observing the desolation on her face. Her red lips were slightly curved, and the scorn hanging there was like needles piercing his heart. He didn’t like to see her smile like that, as though she had been abandoned by the entire world. He knew she had just gone through a breakup. Although she acted strong, he could still detect the pain, the loneliness, the confusion, and the disorientation in her eyes.

Who wouldn’t want their love to be perfect, without hurt, betrayal, desertion, or stolen affection? Yet, most travelers on the road of love experience these things.

She had just been hurt, and he had considerately offered his shoulder for her to lean on. As a result, by the time dawn broke, it was her, still not over her own pain, who ended up comforting him.

At that time, he too felt like a kindred spirit in misfortune.

But more than that, he was deep in thought.

Gazing at her slightly drunken, beautiful oval face, his angry heart suddenly calmed. His muddled mind began to clear.

His fiancée had run away before their engagement was registered. She hadn’t given him a reason for leaving, disregarding their years of relationship, the ties between their families, and even her own family. She had run away irresponsibly, leaving behind a bundle of riddles. He didn’t understand what dissatisfied his fiancée so much that she would flee their marriage so irresponsibly. His anger was immense. If it hadn’t been for seeing Julia Bluen, if he hadn’t been reluctant to hurt Julia, not wanting his vengeance to make Julia hate him, he might have truly vented his rage on the Bluen Family.

Consider Glades Horne: he possessed status, looks, wealth, and power. When he stepped out, he could summon the wind with his left hand and command the rain with his right. He was almost like the Emperor of T City’s business world, controlling the entire industry. Men and women alike flocked to him.

Countless beauties had come and gone, revolving around him. Just one glance from him would excite them as if they had won a five-million-dollar prize. But he never indulged them; his eyes were only for the Bluen sisters. His kindness, his consideration, his magnanimity—all his virtues were laid before them. He had thought he truly loved his fiancée Ruby Bluen and tenderly doted on her younger sister, Julia, but...

It was Julia who told him over the phone that Ruby had fled their wedding. That single sentence severely struck his passion for the future. It was like buckets of ice water poured over his head, soaking him to the bone.

He was furious, so angry he almost lost control. At that moment, he thought if he could find Ruby right away, he would humiliate her terribly. He would make her unable to lift her head in Upper Class Society ever again. But when he returned home, he surprisingly fell silent, not taking the initiative to speak a word to his family about Ruby fleeing the marriage.

He realized that what floated through his mind at that moment was Julia’s oval face and her bright, almond-shaped eyes.

He knew that once his family found out Ruby had run away, they would surely be enraged and might even start taking revenge on the Bluen Family.

Therefore, he held back and went up to the rooftop alone.

As he drank one glass of wine after another, drowning his sorrows, he began to question himself. Why was he angry, desolate, but not feeling that heart-wrenching pain of being abandoned?

Could it be that his love for Ruby wasn’t true either?

Why, in the throes of rage, did he always think of Julia Bluen? Why was he always afraid that his revenge would hurt Julia Bluen?

Later on, Julia Bluen arrived.

The moment she sat down, she poured herself a drink. It was very strong and spicy—so spicy that she stuck her tongue out in discomfort. He immediately felt a pang of distress. At once, he ordered the servant to bring over two bottles of red wine infused with a soft drink, like the ones they were having at that moment, for her. He knew she couldn’t handle strong liquor; she would get drunk after just a couple of sips.

He didn’t want her to suffer the misery of a hangover.

Still, those couple of sips made her slightly tipsy. Carrying that bit of intoxication, and perhaps moved by the scene or for some other reason, she uttered those words.

It was like a ray of sunlight piercing through the darkness, unraveling his confusion.

The person he loved was her!

At that moment, he pursed his lips and said nothing. In fact, he was recalling every little thing about her from the past two decades.

He knew all of Julia’s hobbies intimately. However, he might not have thoroughly understood Ruby Bluen’s interests. He was also aware of everything concerning Julia. He had always refrained from interfering, allowing her to live freely in the world she loved, like a fish in water.

Especially during Nicholas Coldwell and Diana Powell’s wedding; he had followed her and seen her running outside with tears in her eyes.

At that time, he wanted to tear Nicholas Coldwell apart.

His composure prevented his rage from erupting. His heart, however, was in excruciating pain. He felt that Julia, his sister-in-law, whom he had treasured and loved as a precious gem, whom he couldn’t bear to see hurt in the slightest—why should anyone else harm her? He leveraged Nicholas’s ignorance, along with his own status and power. With nothing but the truth and a few well-chosen sentences, he struck hard at Nicholas Coldwell and the Powell Family.

Seeing their astonishment, shock, and regret, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

Anyone who dared to hurt Julia Bluen, he would never let them off!

Remembering all that had transpired, he was even more certain of his true love.

While she slept, he relayed her words to the old lady.

The old lady spoke earnestly, "Glades, Grandma has always felt that your concern for Julia has been excessive. Yet, you decided on a wedding date with Ruby. I had no choice but to suppress my suspicions, thinking Grandma’s old eyes were mistaken. Now that you have become aware and seen everything clearly, before it’s too late to turn back, quickly seize her. Otherwise, the one to regret will inevitably be you. Grandma knows you well. If you realize the one you truly love is Julia, you definitely won’t be able to stand by as her brother-in-law and watch her marry someone else. If that happens, you’ll have a wife by your side, yet you’ll overstep and try to dominate Julia. You will severely hurt Julia, and you will also grievously harm your wife. So, Glades, marry Julia. No matter the circumstances under which she said those words, you must hold onto her. Don’t let go. Marry her, lest you regret it later. Don’t let yourself end up harming her in a fit of remorse."