I Should Have Just Died Chapter 226

Alyssa covered her cheek with her hand. The cheeks where Seidricks lips touch are briskly burning.

Seidrick said it was fate with Alyssa and himself.

The fate that Alyssa read in the book was not so trivial. She believed it was fate to be portrayed theatrically and beautifully.

It was also a word that she once dread of.

Fate.

It was a material that would color a teenage girl's cheeks red. But, what she had only seen in books like that also ca to Alyssa.

Alyssa covered her mouth with emotion and joy.

I never imagined!

At Alyssa's reaction, Seidrick laughed as if he had no choice.

Alyssas eyes still lit up.

She actually cherished the fountain pen forever. The word first is always a particular law. As she looked at the fountain pen, she recalled the little kindness the boy had bestowed upon her. In the world such a child lives in, she hoped it would be a little better.

It was also the fountain pen she used throughout the novel's writing.

Thinking of that sweet child would make it clear what novel she was supposed to write.

"I didn't know either."

Seidrick looked at the fountain pen curiously and murmured. The fluid body of the fountain pen moving between the fingers glead in the light.

Fate.

You are fate

Alyssa licked her lips as her hazy eyes turned to Seidrick. Seidrick filled her eyes.

The word made Alyssa feel more romantic. Alyssa's lips trembled.

Seidrick has told her countless tis.

I like you.

I love you.

Alyssa deliberately pretended to be ignorant of his sincere confessions. She can't say she didn't enjoy Seidrick clinging to her. It seems that she is also an Avery, she was born of a lousy bloodline, so maybe thats why she enjoys it.

The sight of Seidrick frantically begging Alyssa for her love felt cathartic.

Maybe it was because of the narrow and naive thought that Alyssa, who was always emotionally weak, beca strong for the first ti.

".sorry."

Seidricks eyes widened at her sudden apology. From the context of the conversation, Alyssa had no reason to say sorry.

Im sorry for pretending not to know. Actually, I may have forgiven you in the first place.

Alyssa took a deep breath.

You are soone I cant hate.

The fountain pen slid smoothly from Seidricks hand. Alyssa picked it up as calmly as she could and put it on the table. Then, with her back straight, she faced Seidrick.

Knowing that her voice was terribly trembling and her eyes reddened, Alyssa tried her best to pretend to be confident.

How could I hate you?

Alyssa smiled sadly. She never imagined she would cry at the mont of confession. But why does she keep wanting to cry?

Alyssa pressed her palms against her eyelids.

How can I hate you. I never hated you from the beginning. It was just nice to see you no matter what. It's okay to tell that you like It's good to hang on It's because Im an."

Seidrick reached out to Alyssa, but Alyssa shook her head. Now was not the ti to burst into tears in Seidricks arms. Instead, Alyssa wanted to confide everything to Seidrick. It seed like she would think everything would be fine once she had the heart and the emotions she had built up so far in her arms.

Alyssa's lips trembled.

I regretted so many tis that I should have said it earlier. Seidrick, how I.

Alyssa wiped away her tears.

Ah. This wasn't because she was sad.

It wasn't that she was crying tears of sadness, but her heart was overflowing without her knowing. Alyssa sniffed her nose.

Seidrick stared at Alyssa with trembling eyes. He knew that she had him on her mind. However, it was the first ti he had heard it in such a straightforward phrasing. Seidrick's heart pounded with intense anticipation.

He knows what Alyssa is going to say.

Even though he already knows

Seidrick clenched his fist. His heart trembled and his breath shook. Just because he didnt expect it doesn't an he was not looking forward to it. Seidrick focused all his attention on Alyssa's lips.

I love you, Seidrick.

Alyssa sniffed her nose.

How could there be such a confession that is neither romantic nor cool? Alyssa scolded herself. Besides, where did the literary power when writing her novels go? Her mind went blank and white. After hearing the great word called fate, what the hell is this?