Chapter 1439


    Yearster, when Sigrid mentioned Garett, Hailey couldn’t help but ask her what made her fall for him.


    Sigrid would say that every time she saw him sitting alone by the window, gazing at the sprawling fields


    of wildflowers, she felt a pang of pity for his solitude.


    She believed that when a woman starts to feel sorry for a man, her heart is already on the path to


    falling for him. She followed her heart, even though she knew that Garett had built walls around himself


    in his own fortress, leaving no room for anyone else but Eleanor.


    His life, his world, everything he had, belonged solely to Eleanor. Even as Sigrid revealed her feelings


    for him, Garett rejected her, refusing her care andpany from that point forward.


    He preferred to endure the torment of his depression rather than open his heart to any woman other


    than Eleanor, fearing that he might forget her once again.


    Garett attributed all his regrets with Eleanor to his amnesia, making it impossible for anyone or


    anything to prate his heart or upy his memory. Even though Garett didn’t love Sigrid, she was


    willing to stay by his side. She might not have loved him with the same intensity as she had loved


    Chase, but Garett was the man who made her open her heart again, and that made him special.


    Sigrid was aware that Chase was waiting for her, but she was not one to look back easily. The only


    thing that might cause her to turn around would be the inevitable farewells and losses thate with


    the passing of time…


    The saga involving the three of them would be entirely neutralised from Eleanor’s future; hovering over


    it no more. After all, Eleanor had her own life to live and her own love to cherish. As long as everyone


    was well and unharmed, that was the best oue.


    Meanwhile, the present-day Eleanor, after spending time with Hailey, was escorted back to Fiord


    Roundabout by Bernard. But as soon as they stepped out of the car, they were greeted by the sight of


    Robin Spencer leaning against the hood.


    The air was getting cooler, and Robin wore a thin ck coat. His handsome face was downturned,


    eyes fixated on his ck boots. Strands of his dark hair fluttered in the breeze, betraying a sense of


    fragility.


    In Eleanor’s memory, Robin was always prideful and aloof, rarely showing such a deste demeanor.


    She furrowed her brows, thinking he might have suffered some misfortune.


    Bernard’s expression turned cold when he saw Eleanor’s concern for Robin, and his grip on her hand


    involuntarily tightened.


    With Garett gone and now Robin appearing, the former was an undeniable presence for Bernard, while


    thetter should have been insignificant. But thistter had shared life-and-death moments with


    Eleanor, and now their bond was as strong as the former’s.


    Bernard, exuding a powerful aura, sped Eleanor’s hand in his, and with firm steps, they approached


    Robin, “Last time, we agreed to have dinner after the Area Opaca ordeal. I hadn’t even sent out the


    invitation yet, and here you are, cousin. Why not seize the day? Come join my wife and me for dinner,


    cousin.”


    His use of ‘cousin’ and my wife’ grated on Robin’s ears like nails on a chalkboard.


    The despondent eyes of Robin zed with anger at the mention of those words.


    “I’m not your damn cousin! Stop calling me that!”


    Eleanor, seeing Robin’s outburst, immediately retracted any sympathy she had felt.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    “Don’t you swear at my husband!”


    As Bernard prepared to scold Robin, Eleanor stepped forward, positioning herself protectively in front


    of him. The sour taste in his mouth started to dissipate.


    “Indeed, he is your cousin, and I am your cousin-inw. That’s an undeniable fact.”


    Robin, ready to retort, lost his fire at Eleanor’s words, his anger quelled.


    “So… from the beginning, you only saw me as Bernard’s cousin?” His eyes filled with a grievance that


    Eleanor couldn’t ignore as she frowned once more.


    “If not as a cousin, then what should I consider you?” Her counter question silenced Robin, robbing him


    even of the right to be angry.


    “I thought we are closer than that, we wererades, right?”


    He would rather be arade than her cousin, but that was a sentiment Robin would never voice.


    After cooling off, he averted his gaze from Eleanor’s face to the icy Bernard.


    “I’m here to tell you that Katharine found someone in Chiang Rai who looks exactly like Caleb, except


    for a small mole in his eye… Despite being able to distinguish him from Caleb, Katharine, influenced by


    Caleb’sst words, treated him as if he were Caleb…”


    Upon hearing this, Eleanor stood frozen. Caleb’s periodic messages had included a line for Katharine –


    If you pray for a year and still can’t forget me, then I will return to you in another form.


    Caleb had set a year for Katharine to pray, merely to give her a reason to live. But who could have


    imagined that someone identical to Caleb would appear in this world?


    And that person, by some twist of fate, hade into Katharine’s life. Was this what they called


    destiny?