Chapter 1728


    Mrs. Sampson eximed, "E, do you hear what she''s saying?"


    Morrison walked over, intercepting Magdalen, "Magdalen, let''s talk."


    With a frosty look, Magdalen brushed him off, "I don''t want to talk. There''s nothing worth discussing.”


    Mrs. Sampson''s frustration escted, "What do you mean there''s nothing to discuss? Are you


    seriously nning to break up with Morrison? You''ve been together for eight years, aren''t you going to


    take any responsibility?"


    Coldly, Magdalen retorted, "He invested eight years, so did I. Why should I be the one to take


    responsibility?"


    “Because you''re the one causing a fuss!" Mrs. Sampson argued.


    "Say what you will, I''m breaking up with him. As for canceling the engagement with the Langston


    family, you


    can figure that out on your own." Magdalen''s stunning face was icy, "If you brought me back here just


    for this, then I''m leaving.”


    With that, she grabbed Estelle''s hand and headed for the door.


    Estelle reached back, grabbing her wrist, "Magdalen, this isn''t a breakup, it''s a tantrum. If you really


    want to break up, then give Morrison a proper exnation.”


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    Having said that, she handed Magdalen''s hand to Morrison, "You two need to talk.”


    Morrison held Magdalen’''s hand, "Let''s go up to your room and talk."


    "Fine!" Magdalen said with a wry smile, "If a breakup requires an exnation, then let''s have a talk and


    get everything out in the open.”


    She pulled her hand away from Morrison and started walking upstairs.


    Morrison turned to Mrs. and Mr. Sampson, "Mom, Dad, I''ll go upstairs first."


    Mr. Sampson spoke with emphasis, “This is the first time Magdalen has been this upset. No matter


    what caused that, try tofort her, and don''t argue with her.”


    "Don''t worry, I’ll handle this,’ Morrison nodded slightly, and then turned to go upstairs. Mrs. Sampson


    sighed, holding Estelle’s hand, “Don''t worry about her. She can''t let go of Morrison, and only


    Morrison can handle her. Let''s go eat. I''ve made you a cake”


    Upstairs, Morrison entered the room to find Magdalen sitting on the balcony sofa, holding Mrs.


    Sampson''s white Persian cat with a displeased expression on her face.


    Morrison approached and sat down beside her, his handsome face showing a hint of helplessness,


    "Magdalen,


    I''m sorry for not telling you about Antonia and Kevin. I shouldn''t have kept it from you, and in the future,


    I won''t agree to such arrangements that make you ufortable.”


    Magdalen lowered her head, petting the cat, her voice softly, "Our problem isn''t just about Antonia. I''ve


    never teally cared about her."


    “I know." Morrison nodded, "What Kevin said that day made me think a lot. I didn''t pay attention to the


    rumors


    involving me and female artists in mypany because I knew we trusted each other, and you knew


    how much I love you. But now I realize that you''ve been feeling uneasy. From now on, I promise I will


    keep my distance from them.”


    Magdalen remained silent. They''d been together for so long that everything they did for each other had


    be habits and second nature. They didn’t need any sweet nothings or exnations. It was as if


    whatever they did, they understood each other.


    Morrison continued, "I know you have a lingering concern in your heart, which is that I never brought up


    the idea of our wedding. Do you know why I haven''t mentioned it?"


    Magdalen''s eyebrows raised slightly as she asked, "Why?"


    Morrison turned to look at her, his eyes behind gold-rimmed sses appearing somewhat distant, but


    underneath, there were deep emotions churning. "You''ve always felt that you fell in love with me first,


    but what you don''t know is that even before our first intimate contact, I had already decided that you


    would be my bride.


    Three years ago, when I proposed and we started nning our wedding, do you know how happy I


    was? It was something I had been looking forward to for years. Every night, I would dream of you in a


    wedding gown walking towards me. But just when I waspletely immersed in that excitement,


    Estelle had an ident. You said you were leaving, and it was just one phone call to inform me the


    wedding was canceled because you need to apany Estelle abroad.”


    His eyes dropped halfway, his tone gradually growing somber, felt like I had fallen from a great height.


    The feeling of helplessness and disappointment was like plunging into a cold darkness. I couldn''t


    me Estelle, and I couldn''t me you. I knew how close you two were, and in your heart, Estelle


    meant more to you than I did.”