HappyNovelChapter 88 Selena and I put in extra hours, working late into the night before departing from the company. When I finally turned on my phone, the first thing that caught my eye was a message from Sylvia.
"Hudson, why do I feel like you don't likeas much anymore?" Upon receiving Sylvia's message, my thoughts went completely blank. I questioned whether my feelings for her had really faded. Yet, what did it truly mean to like someone? Throughout my life, I had experienced love only a few times. I only had two partners in total, Selena and Sylvia, who both took the lead in pursuing me. I had never been the one to make the first move with any woman.
In my life, I had met many girls and felt brief moments of affection that seemed more like infatuation than real love. Despite approaching my 30s, I still didn't grasp the meaning of true love. Yet, witnessing Sylvia express her emotions maderealize the profound sadness she must be feeling at that moment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was puzzled when Sylvia deleted her message just a minute after sending it. Following Selena's betrayal, I had trained myself to ignore signs and feign ignorance. Sylvia's decision to withdraw her message indicated that her initial words weren't truly reflective of her feelings.
Whether it was frustration or sadness born from a brief moment of despair, it was evident she wished to conceal her emotions from me. Respecting her choice, I decided to play along.
"What did you just delete?" I inquired, pretending not to read it.
"Nothing much. Just go to bed early. Goodnight," Sylvia responded instantly.
I was eager to respond to Sylvia's message, but just as I was about to do so, Selena approached and disrupted my train of thought. I found myself momentarily at a loss for words, so I decided to head back first.
After a tiring day at work, Selena and I quickly took a shower and fell asleep together. By the tI remembered to reply to Sylvia's message, it was already morning.
As I held my phone, I gazed at the goodnight message Sylvia had sent me. A thought crossed my mind. Someone once explained that saying "goodnight" could be another way of expressing love.
But I was not Sylvia, and I was left pondering whether her words were infused with deeper meaning. The uncertainty lingered, and no one could providewith the clarity I sought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI let out a sigh and greeted Sylvia with a "Good morning." Still, there was no reply.
As I was sending documents to Selena, I realized I had missed numerous calls from Sylvia, who had repeatedly tried to reach me. Feeling perplexed, I stepped into the bathroom to initiate a video call.
The connection was immediate, and Sylvia appeared. However, something was clearly off. Her eyes were redas if she had been weeping for quite stime. "What happened to you? Your eyes look so swollen. Did something bite you?" She wiped her tears and murmured, "It's nothing, just..."
Sylvia struggled to catch her breath, and despite her efforts to hold back her tears, they continued to stream down her face. Initially, she tried desperately to wipe them away.
Yet, ultimately, the discomfort. bectoo much, prompting hento turn off the f the video. Although I couldn't see her expression, it was clear that Sylvia was enduring immense pain. "It's so hard to live. Why do others denyeven though I try so hard?" She sobbed.
I was confused.
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