Chapter 564 He Felt Lost


    ''My fiance, my fiancee...'' Wesley''s face fell as he heard these words. But he said nothing and merely


    nodded his head.


    After the small talk, Miller walked off, two suitcases on wheels and two bags on his back, and carefully


    escorted ir into the elevator. Wesley stood and watched how Miller treated ir. It was how


    marriage should be—nice andfortable.


    Before the elevator doors closed, the woman inside the elevator made eye contact with the man in the


    hallway, their eyes full ofplicated emotions. But Miller didn''t notice the silent exchange between the


    two.


    The doors closed. Standing in the silent, empty corridor of the 16th floor, Wesley felt lost. ir had left,


    and he felt a hole inside his body where his heart was supposed to be.


    Miller wasn''t rich. His house downtown was nothingpared to her space in Hillside Apartments. But


    ir didn''t mind. She moved all her belongings there and stayed in Miller''s house.


    The next day, Joslyn, Hartwell and Miller saw ir off at the airport. They didn''t leave the airport until


    they saw ir pass through security smoothly.


    When Miller was about to leave, Joslyn suddenly called out to him. "Mr. Hong, ir''s gonna be all


    alone in London. Her family set her up there, but new city, new people. It''s rough. Please see her


    whenever you can."


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    Without hesitation, Miller nodded his head. "Sure. Thanks for hooking us up. Don''t worry, I''ll treat her


    right."


    Joslyn was satisfied with his assurance.


    But the truth was, she didn''t introduce Miller to ir. She wouldn''t hook ir up with someone who


    wasn''t rich and couldn''t give her afortable life. When ir was on a blind date, Miller was at the


    same restaurant, on a blind date too. His table was right next to ir''s.


    ir wasn''t really clicking with her date, but Miller seemed a lot nicer.


    Coincidentally, things didn''t work out between Miller and his blind date, either. After the girl left, ir


    walked over to his table and struck up a conversation. In the end, they hit it off and decided to go out


    with each other.


    Miller bade farewell to Joslyn and Hartwell. After he left, Joslyn got into Hartwell''s car.


    With a sullen face, Hartwell sat in the driver''s seat. She knew how he felt. Joslyn sighed heavily. "Don''t


    be mad. It''s ir''s choice. She can''t be with the man she loves the most, so she settled for this guy. All


    the other men mean the same to her."


    Hartwell was good at hiding his emotions. He was quick with a smile when he had to be. It was his job.


    But he could be himself now. He pulled a long face and med the girl who was already on the ne.


    "Maybe it''s all the same to her, but there are still a ton of better men I could find for her. Why Miller?


    He''s nearly ten years older than she is. Even if age doesn''t matter, he''s still so mediocre. What was


    she thinking?" Hartwell was eager to find out who was the man ir really loved. He wanted to know


    who had hurt ir, but no one told him about it. Adalson didn''t allow him to look into it, either.


    Joslyn, of course, knew the answer, but she said it wasn''t her secret to tell. She wouldn''t betray her


    best friend like that.


    Joslyn caressed his cheek and soothed him. "Okay, no more frowns. Look on the bright side. ir''s


    gonna be out of the country for three years. A lot can happen in three years. Maybe they will break up


    tomorrow. Then you can set her up with the perfect guy."


    Hartwell gave her hand a gentle squeeze. His mood was a little better now. "Okay."


    Ever since she set down in Ennd, ir had been busy with admission procedures and getting her


    bearings. A monthter, when everything had settled down, she finally had the time to hit the London


    streets.


    The weather was quite cool these days. She feltfortable walking outside.


    School life kept her busy, and she found it fascinating. Her ssmates were friendly, and always invited


    her to different events. All the better to practice her English. They even invited her to their family parties


    so that she could get a better handle on the local culture.


    Time flew by quickly. The Spring Festival was just around the corner.


    In Y City, Hartwell had juste back home when Wesley arrived at the Ji family''s house. The steward


    led Wesley inside. The two men engaged in small talk before heading upstairs to Adalson''s study.


    Adalson was practicing Chinese calligraphy in his study. He was a little surprised to see the two show


    up together. He gestured for them toe in, then greeted Wesley with a nod and asked his son,


    "Something up?"


    "Yeah. It''s about ir. I called her just now. She said she had a part-time job and would be staying


    there instead ofing back for the Spring Festival. Dad, she''s been studying hard all the semester.


    I''m afraid she''ll get lonely if she doesn''t fly back," Hartwell replied. He wanted Adalson to talk to ir


    and try to convince her toe back.


    Adalson secretly nced at Wesley. He was pretty sure that would be a touchy subject. But Wesley''s


    face was as calm as usual, as if he hadn''t heard the name or it meant nothing to him.


    Adalson sighed inwardly, and said to Hartwell, "She''lle back. Your grandpa was pretty pissed when


    he found out she was engaged. I bet ir will have a hard time facing the old man when shees


    home."


    Hartwell fell silent. He then took a quick nce at Wesley and asked cautiously, "Don''t worry about


    Wesley. He knows ir. So what''s going on with her?"


    It was so quiet there. The silence felt oppressive. After a while, Adalson grabbed his brush, dipped it in


    the ck ink and continued his calligraphy. Without looking at them, he said, "Leave ir alone. You''ll


    be here on the third day of Spring Festival, right? I''ll ask your grandpa to talk ir intoing back,


    and we''ll have a reunion dinner then."


    Now Hartwell really wanted to open an investigation. His father never hid anything from him. Hartwell


    became even more curious why she''d run off and get engaged to that guy. It didn''t sound like she knew


    him well. "Okay, got it. I only came back to grab a file. I should get going now. Dad wants to talk to you,


    Wesley."


    Wesley nodded to Hartwell and watched him leave the study.


    Adalson put down his brush again. "I asked you toe here because I''m interested in the goings on


    in a nearby city. I need two men from your team. They''ll be stationed in that city for two years..."


    They began to talk about work. They didn''t even go off on a tangent into personal matters.


    Adalson acted as if he knew nothing about what was between ir and Wesley. Even after Wesley


    turned down ir''s proposal, he didn''t ask Wesley a thing about it.


    They talked for quite a while. When Wesley turned around to leave, Adalson called out to stop him.


    "Wesley. You have a bright future in the military. Work harder. Try to move up in rank in two years."


    Adalson was clear about one thing. It wasn''t that Wesley had no feelings for ir. The main reason that


    Wesley had turned her down was because he was already married—to the country. The ambitious


    young man wasn''t satisfied with his current situation. He wanted to hit the battlefield and protect his


    country.


    Adalson also understood ir rushed her engagement because she was angry at Wesley. It wasn''t a


    rational decision.


    Anyway, he couldn''t get involved. Together or not, it was up to them.


    Wesley stood straight and saluted Adalson. With a resolute and confident look in his eyes, he


    answered loudly, "Yes, sir! I won''t fail you."