Chapter 833: Goodbye is heartbreaking 2 Chapter 833: Goodbye is heartbreaking 2 “Mutual feelings,” Rose Madam laughed, “You’re even more beautiful than on TV.”
“That’s good. Otherwise, those people online who say I just live off my face would be disappointed if they thought I wasn’t as good-looking as on TV; I guess they’d have another reason to badmouth ,” Alia Wilson joked, appearing very relaxed on the surface.
In reality, only she knew how painful it was inside.
“No worries, we’ll just hit back at those trolls with a bare face,” laughed Rose Madam loudly.
Rose Madam seed much warr than her appearance suggested, which was a kind of comfort in itself.
After chatting for a while, Henry Campbell ntioned he had so things he wanted to talk to Alia Wilson about.
Understanding the hint, Rose Madam tactfully left, giving the two so space.
In the quiet Conference Room, Alia Wilson didn’t know what to say with only the two of them there; Henry didn’t say anything either, just silently gazing at her.
In fact, he had suffered a lot during this ti, visibly losing weight.
Seeing Alia Wilson also looking thinner, his mood beca even more indescribably troubled.
“Ava…” Henry called out the na, feeling a wave of bitterness.
Alia Wilson looked up at Henry. He still had an icy deanor, still handso, just thinner, with a hint of stubble on his chin.
“Just say what you want to say,” Alia Wilson said, spreading her hands, “I’m very satisfied with the female agent you’ve arranged for .”
“Don’t worry. Rose Madam will take good care of you,” Henry said earnestly.
Alia Wilson just responded with a “Hmm,” and didn’t speak further.
She didn’t know what to say to Henry. She had fought for what she could, said all she had to say, done what she could do…
And yet, he still hadn’t chosen her, he didn’t even want to touch her.
“Next week, I’m getting married,” Henry said.
“I saw the News, congratulations!” Alia’s heart felt unbearably constricted—why should she congratulate them? She wished they would break up before the wedding, she wished they couldn’t get married at all.
“By the way, there’s no need to invite to the wedding. As you know, I’m so beautiful it wouldn’t be good if I accidentally stole the spotlight from your bride,” Alia Wilson made her tone sound as casual as the clouds and the breeze to show she had long since stopped caring about him.
Only by doing this could she keep the pain in her heart from seeming too laughable.
Looking at Alia Wilson mocking herself, Henry just watched her, indeed beautiful, so beautiful it was unbearable to look away for even a second. In the past, he had often watched her secretly, always looking away or at sothing else the mont she raised her head, as if he’d never paid her any attention.
Despite that, Henry had always been clear about the changes in his feelings for Alia Wilson; from the mont she shalessly sought his favor, his heart had stayed with her.
At that mont, Henry gazed at her beautiful profile, at her long and pristine neck, with so many things he wanted to say to her, but in the end, he didn’t know where to start.
So, let him selfishly watch her in silence, and consider it a final solace.
Seeing his silence, his pained, affectionate gaze, Alia Wilson felt an overwhelming agony.
Daringly, Alia Wilson t his gaze, even stepping closer until they were eye-to-eye. She was eager to know, what if she took one more step, what would he do?
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