"Here, here, don't cry," Andrew still put on a casual smile, comforting Avery, "I can't live forever. Even if I didn't give Charles his heart back, I wouldn't hold for much longer."
Avery's eyes were wet, "Do you have to say so?" Avery didn't want to cry. But the sight of her turned on her water locks.
She finally understood why Andrew asked her to take care of Jessica on the plane.
Andrew already knew the day would co eventually.
"Don't you always want to give the heart back to Charles so he can wake up?"
"I want Charles to co back..."
But Avery couldn't finish what she wanted to say. The option was brought to her mind. If only one man could live between Charles and Andrew, who would she pick? She already gave her an answer then.
It was too cruel to repeat it.
Andrew bitterly smiled. His eyes, noses, and mouth were more prominent because he lost so much weight. There was a sad aura around him. He also knew her choice. So he didn't go after the answer. Instead, he started taunting himself, "If it weren't for Evan, we probably would get married now."
If Evan didn't interrupt their wedding, he would have his dream realized. He would have no regrets.
Avery didn't know how to behave herself. She was guilty. Then she lowered her head to not look at him.
Andrew suddenly grabbed her wrist, "Will you co to a place with ?"
Before Avery had ti to respond, Andrew grabbed her to leave the hospital.
Avery followed him, "Where are you taking ?" Then she got in the car.
Soon they ca to the cetery.
Andrew didn't tell the driver to the cetery. He only gave him the directions.
The cars were stopped in front of a gate, and the custodian was waiting there.
Avery stared at the iron gate, "You take to the cetery?"
"Yeah."
"You..."
Avery didn't know what he was thinking, but she wouldn't speculate it. She was hesitating to get out of the car. She really didn't know how to behave in front of him. So she stayed in the car. Andrew got off first and opened the door for Avery, "Will you keep company?"
"Are you visiting soone?"
Avery had to force herself to stop guessing why Andrew took her here at the critical mont.
"I'm picking a place for myself. Join ?"
Avery didn't expect he would be so blunt. She thought about it and finally got out of the car at last.
The custodian ca to them, "Hello, you must be Mr. Clifford, I'm the custodian of the cetery. It's getting late, shall we talk while we walk?"
He led them in the cetery and started talking about the history, style, and size of the place.
Then he gave Andrew a brochure that contained options of tomb sizes and prices.
Avery felt her voice was so stiff, "Andrew, please don't do this..." She couldn't keep calm when it ca to death. She found it hard to imagine a dying man calmly picking her own grave.
Andrew was giving himself a hard ti as far as Avery was concerned. She knew he must be terrified of death.
She thought of her own situation, as well. Even if she was poisoned, she wouldn't quit as Andrew did.
"I've done my howork. This is the best cetery in town. It's surrounded by trees, and the air is fresh... I love it here."
"Andrew, enough. Are you forcing ?"
Avery paused, not minding the custodian's odd look. She wouldn't keep moving, "Are you forcing to make a choice between you and Charles?"
Andrew laughed out, "I knew your choice. I didn't want to change anything. I'm not taking you here to win you over. I didn't want to chicken out. Besides, I want your input on sothing."
He was sincere and honest.
Jamie couldn't watch it anymore. He said to Avery, "Avery, he's just..."
"Enough," Andrew cut Jamie off coldly, and said, "I said I wouldn't force you. I've told you why I ca here. If you don't want to stay with , I'll ask the driver to take you back."
Avery didn't speak. She stood there and stared at Andrew. Andrew also stood there silently. Suddenly many crows flew above them and made it look sad.
After about 15 minutes, Andrew sighed like he gave up and said to Jamie, "Take Avery ho."
He said he wouldn't force her. If she was unwilling to do it, he wouldn't make her. He didn't appear sad, but turned around lonely and followed the custodian.
Avery stared at his loneso back. She suddenly felt bad and followed them.
Along the way were tombs that weren't used but booked. As the custodian put it, the environnt was quite good, and the places sold well.
The custodian told Andrew how good the cetery was. Avery stayed behind. Finally, they were at a white tomb, and it was a hug in the shape of an arch. It looked like a crown.
They walked up along the stairs. In the center was the grey tombstone. It was empty and not engraved.
"Mr. Clifford, this is the place I told you about. We've asked the masters to check. It was near the mountains and waters. It had the best view of the cetery. And the price was also high..."
"Tell him the price."
Andrew pointed at Jamie.
Then he stroked the gray gravestone.
"Do your family know?"
Andrew patted the gravestone and said in a joke, "What? Are you afraid no one would collect my body?"
Avery frowned, "Andrew, this is serious."
He probably wanted to liven up the environnt and laughed out, "I've got everything arranged. I've made sure of it. But..."
He looked at the gravestone and withdrew the smiling bit by bit, "Can I put your na on my gravestone?"
Avery didn't know what to say.
"I know it's too much to ask to be buried with you. But I do have one wish. I want to put your na on my gravestone."
Andrew was extrely careful when he said it in case Avery would say no. He pinched the top corner of the gravestone so hard that his knuckles turned pale.
Avery stared at the gravestone. She never experienced nor heard of the request.
She suddenly held back her breath, "What do you want to say on the gravestone?"
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