Chapter 38 Is It Worth It
Chapter 38 Is It Worth It?
Avery even staggered a bit as she stood up. She weakly smiled. "The first time I met him, I fell for him.
I''ve loved him for many years. I can''t move on."
Nichs saw the tear stains on her face and wanted to wipe them away, but he was in no position to
do so. He could only remain motionless and silently watch her.
Tears slid down Avery''s pointed chin, and she bitterly smiled, "I know I look miserable now, but if I live
on, I''ll have to see him marry another woman. Then, I''ll be even more miserable than I am now. If life
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has lost its meaning, I''d rather meet my death."
"I recently read a quote, and it says if you''re destined to break up with someone you love deeply, will
you choose to enjoy the present with him or just turn away?"
Avery self-mockingly smiled. "If I hadn''t met him, I would have chosen to turn away. But fate doesn''t
allow me to escape from him. We made a final agreement. He will apany me for a month, and
after that, we''ll get divorced. At that time, I''ll go see the outside world you mentioned."
Nichs watched her as she held her left arm with her right hand and stumbled out. She didn''t look
back. "Nichs, I''m grateful for everything you''ve done for me, but someone like me doesn''t deserve
someone as good as you."
She walked step by step in the cold corridor, and outside, it started snowing again. Her figure went
farther and farther away.
Nichs couldn''t help but worry about her and watched her through the ss window, seeing her
gradually stagger away until she vanished from his sight.
A bitter smile of helplessness appeared on his lips. He wondered, "Things havee to this point.
Why is she still insisting on it? Is it worth it?"
Nichs felt like she was a devout worshipper, searching for a temple that could never be found in the
endless desert.
When Avery returned to Hill Mansion, the lights in the huge mansion were all on. She looked at the
warm mansion amidst the wind and snow, feeling as if she had gone back to three years ago.
As she pushed open the door, the heater instantly warmed her up. She took off her shoes and took a
few steps, seeing someone busy in the kitchen.
It seemed as if he had never left, and everything seemed to be the same as before.
He was wearing a gray cashmere sweater, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-
shaped forearm that exuded masculine beauty. There was a long and striking scar on his left arm.
That was from three years ago when they had just started dating and encountered a thug who was
about to stab Avery with a sharp de. At that time, Jacob had unhesitatingly blocked the attack for
her.
Jacob was skillfully stirring the food in the pot when he was suddenly hugged from behind. Avery
pressed her head against his back, which caused him to pause.
Jacob casually stirred the food a few more times, turned off the heat, and stood in front of the stove
without turning around. His voice was low. "Where did you go?"
"My hand got injured, so I went to the hospital," responded Avery.
Jacob knew her well. Even a small cut from a small knife in the past could make her cry and bother him
for half a day. Moreover, she fell hard this time.
Jacob wasn''t a fool. Regardless of what La said, he could tell whether Avery wanted to hurt or
protect Ethan.
"Thank you for today. Ethan didn''t get hurt."
After saying that, Jacob skillfully ted the food from the pot and served the food.
Avery, however, stood frozen in a daze. She was surprised as it was the first time that he had said
thanks to her but then came an endless feeling of mncholy.
Saying thanks meant distance.
She really wanted to say, "Jacob, I got stitches. My hand hurts so much. Can you blow on it for me?"
Avery stared at his tall figure, and the thousands of words in her head turned into a murmur. "Thank
you? Don''t even mention it! I hate that bastard''s guts. I wish he would get hurt more than anyone. I just
happened to catch him when I got my ankle sprained and fell down."