Chapter 133


    Chapter 133 Too Late, It’s Meaningless Now


    Nancy had intended to talk about marriage.


    Unfortunately, her marriage hade to an end.


    Suppressing the painful ache in her heart, she responded with a carefree smile, “Nothing.”


    She knew she wouldn’t have the marriage and love she desired.


    That was why she felt so drawn to and envious of Jacob and his wife’s love story.


    It was natural for a person to envy others for having what they themselves could not have. Nancy was


    no exception.


    Suddenly, Nichs spoke up, “You’ll find it.”


    “Find what?”


    “You said you want a love of your own and someone who loves you with all their heart, right? Just like


    Grandma, you’ll find someone who loves you, cherishes you, and would give their life to protect you.”


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    “Is that so?” Nancy chuckled.


    “Perhaps you already have,” Nichs said.


    In that moment, he wanted to grab her hand and tell her, “I know I made a mistake, Nancy. I was a fool.


    I didn’t realize what my heart wanted back then, but I do now. I’ll love you the way Grandpa loved


    Grandma. Can you give me another chance?”


    Unfortunately, after hearing Nancy’s words, his hand froze in mid-air.


    “That’s right. I found it-a long time ago. But unfortunately, I didn’t hold onto it. Maybe that’s just my


    fate!” Nancy shook her head helplessly.


    Nichs felt as if his heart had sunk into the depths of an icyke.


    His outstretched hand trembled as it clenched into a fist. Slowly, he retracted it.


    It was as if he had never reached out in the first ce.


    Nichs briefly closed his eyes. His heart was in agony. When he opened his eyes again, the pain only


    intensified.


    Words couldn’t describe how happy he had felt when she affirmed that she had already found such a


    love. He even felt a renewed sense of hope and was determined not to let go, no matter how much she


    resented him. He wouldn’t leave.


    Then, the words “a long time ago” sent him plummeting back into the depths of despair.


    A long time ago?


    She had once said she had loved someone for a decade.


    It’s not me. It’s the man she loved and kept hidden in her heart for ten years.


    It wasn’t him.


    It wasn’t him at all.


    This thought nearly drove Nichs mad with jealousy.


    He hated himself for not cherishing what he had. He loathed the fact that he didn’t even know who the


    other man was.


    “You must be hungry by now. What would you like to eat for lunch?” Nichs changed the subject.


    “I’m fine with anything. Since this is Grandpa’s hometown, I’m sure you’re more familiar with this. ce


    than I am. I’ll eat whatever you decide.”


    “Alright. Wait here.”


    After setting down their bags, Nichs and Nancy ventured out..


    A long and winding path stretched before them, lined with stone bs that glistened as if polished by


    the rain.


    On both sides of the path stood houses with the distinct characteristics of small-town architecture.


    Some walls were adorned with creeping greenery and tiny, colorful flowers, creating a picturesque sight


    even from a distance.


    If they approached the houses, they would be greeted by the fragrant scent of the flowers.


    When they took a left at the end of the path, they arrived at the bustling town market, the liveliest part


    of the town.


    Nichs brought Nancy to try one of the town’s most unique specialties, a delicacy he always enjoyed


    whenever he visited.


    Initially, he worried that Nancy might not be ustomed to the taste.


    His worries dissipated when he saw her finish the entire bowl. A smile formed on his face.


    After lunch, Nichs took Nancy on a stroll around town.


    It wasn’t arge town, but the views were delightful. There were various little shops filled to the brim


    with interesting items.


    Nancy enjoyed browsing through some of the shops that sold quaint jewelry and essories. She


    purchased the ones she liked.


    After a few stops, her wrist was adorned with a variety of bracelets.


    “Do you like these?” Nichs asked.


    Nancy raised her hand and shook the bracelets. Sheughed as they made a nging sound. “I do.


    They’re pretty, don’t you think? Plus, I didn’t have to spend much money to get so many of them.


    They’re such good value for money, don’t you think?”


    “That’s true.”


    Although he nodded in agreement, Nichs felt a tinge of bitterness in his heart.


    They had been married for two years. Even though they weren’t a loving couple, he didn’t forget to do


    his part for special asions.


    Whether it was their wedding anniversary, her birthday, or other festive asions, he would instruct


    Lynn to buy some jewelry for Nancy.


    Just one of those pieces alone would cost more than a bag full of these bracelets, but she never


    seemed as happy when she received them. Her expression was always indifferent.


    “I have bought jewelry for you before,” Nichs suddenly stated, his jealousy evident.


    “You have.” Nancy nodded. Then, her voice softened as she continued, “You did get me a lot of


    jewelry.”


    However, Lynn was the one who picked them out and gave them to me without any involvement from


    you.


    Nichs had never even asked Nancy about her preferences.


    As a result, very few of the pieces she received were in designs she liked.


    “I don’t recall you ever wearing them.”


    Nancy looked up, staring at him with her clear eyes, and said solemnly, “Nichs, since we’ve been.


    married for a few years now, I’ll give you a piece of advice.”


    “What advice?”


    “In the future, if you meet a woman you like and want to give her jewelry, at least find out what she likes


    first. Don’t just choose blindly. Otherwise, even if you give her a thousand gifts, you wouldn’t have


    given her something she truly likes.”


    “Also, I don’t think any woman wants to receive gifts bought and chosen for her by her husband’s


    assistant. I’m no exception.”


    With that, Nancy quickened her pace and continued walking ahead.


    Meanwhile, Nichs stood rooted to the spot, lost in thought.


    She was talking about him.


    It was true that he had given her gifts for every asion, but he had instructed Lynn to prepare them..


    He had never asked her about her preferences.


    He was aplete fool.


    Despite being married for two years, he had no idea what she liked. He realized what a failure he had


    been.


    Seeing that Nancy had already walked quite far ahead, Nichs wasted no time. He jogged to catch up


    with her.


    “Can you tell me what you like?” he asked.


    “You no longer need to know my preferences now.”


    “What if I feel the need to know?” Nichs gazed at Nancy intently. His eyes shimmered like the


    twinkling stars. If Nancy had been even slightly less determined, she would have been captivated by


    their allure.


    Swiftly diverting her gaze, she responded, “If someone genuinely cares, they will discover the truth on


    their own. It loses its significance if the answer is simply handed to them.”