Aurora lifted the corner of her lips and spoke to the mirror. Steam rose, blurring the reflection in front of her.
"Alexander, don’t lie to . Are you... preparing to marry Peyton?" Aurora grabbed a towel from the side and wiped the water from her face.
"Aurora, they forced into this! My mom threatened to kill herself... I couldn’t just watch her cut her wrist, could I? Aurora, give so ti, okay? I’ll handle Peyton and my mom, I promise!"
Alexander kept assuring her, "Aurora, I still love you... no matter what happened between you and Everett..."
Aurora suddenly couldn’t continue.
"Alexander, stop. I don’t want to hear any more. We’re not right for each other, I’m sorry. From now on... consider just a regular friend," she said, her heart heavy with sorrow as she hung up the phone, fearing he’d call again. She imdiately turned off her phone.
She stared at her beautiful face in the mirror, lost in thought.
Seven years of love, and now she had to let go. It was surprisingly easy.
Ti truly is a healer of pain.
If... it hadn’t been for that one night, would she still have any lingering feelings for Alexander?
Aurora shook her head. She had made up her mind to break up with him and wouldn’t reconsider. She wouldn’t think about the complicated issues anymore.
After changing her clothes, she got ready to head to the office for a eting with Eleanor. It was a major conference about her music direction, and Eric would also be there.
Just as she sat down in the dining room, the servant ca to report that soone was asking for Aurora.
"Miss Wilson, a man nad Alexander is here. Would you like to see him?"
The servant asked softly, and Eleanor looked at Aurora. "You should talk things through with him. I believe Alexander is a reasonable person."
Aurora nodded. This was the address she gave to Alexander when she first moved in here. She didn’t expect he still had it.
She had once hoped for his arrival, but now, he ca too late.
If he had co earlier, perhaps their relationship would have been better... On Mrs. Wilson’s birthday, when she was mistreated, Alexander wouldn’t have disappointed her so much.
"Alright, let him into the backyard. I’ll et him there," Aurora said lightly, putting down her milk cup.
Eleanor and Dominic exchanged a glance but said nothing further. No matter what, Aurora needed to have a clear conversation with Alexander.
Aurora went to the backyard, dressed in a black lace gown and a slightly thick coat. Early winter had begun, and the southern winters weren’t too cold yet.
Alexander quickly arrived and saw Aurora sitting on a carved chair. Her long hair was tied up, with a few strands hanging loosely.
Her delicate features showed calmness, and a faint blush had replaced the once pale face.
She had matured a lot. Alexander felt a pang of sadness and quietly sat beside her, reaching for her hand. But Aurora quickly pulled it back and put it in her pocket.
A sharp pain struck Alexander’s heart as he stared at her. The face he had morized was now filled with natural indifference.
After their phone call, Alexander felt deeply unsettled. He took half a day off from work and secretly ca here to find Aurora.
Seeing the large house she lived in made him feel inferior, but it was Aurora’s calmness and indifference that truly hurt him.
"Aurora, don’t do this, okay? I... I know my mom wronged you, but... I’m sincere with you. Can we get back together?" Alexander said softly, his voice low.
Aurora shook her head. "No, Alexander, not at all. Don’t bla for being heartless. Right now... I really don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t want to bla anyone or anything.
If I marry you, I won’t have the patience to handle the relationship with your mom... especially now, when you’re about to marry Peyton!"
She stated it clearly, not wanting to drag it out any longer.
Alexander’s face turned pale. "Aurora, I already told you, marrying Peyton is just a formality. I’ll figure out a way to solve this. Don’t worry..."
In Alexander’s eyes, there was an overwhelming desire—he truly hoped Aurora would agree to him.
Aurora shook her head. "Last night... you had the chance to handle that accident, but you didn’t. You’ve never admitted it. Over the years, I haven’t spent a single penny of yours, nor did I stop your mom in ti. What if she had been more aggressive, and I ended up in an accident, falling down the stairs?"
Alexander was speechless. "Aurora, don’t fantasize like this!"
"This isn’t a fantasy. Accidents can happen at any mont. Besides... that night in the YS room, I lost all hope in you. I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to your request. For seven years, both you and I tried, but you still couldn’t make your mom like , and I’ve lost my confidence," Aurora said, lowering her head. There was a hint of finality in her gaze.
She had been with him, but Mrs. Lewis didn’t like her. She had done everything she could to please his mother, using all sorts of thods.
But no matter what, his mother just couldn’t like her. Why should she humiliate herself, pressing her warmth against a cold shoulder?
If Alexander truly had the guts, he wouldn’t have failed to resolve the issue with his own mother. Or maybe it’s because he didn’t try hard enough?
Aurora didn’t want to say too much. The rift between them, in her eyes, was beyond repair.
"Aurora, please give one more chance. I’ll handle Peyton’s matter soon, and I’ll persuade my mom. When it’s all settled, I’ll bring her to et you. She’ll be kind to you."
Alexander rushed to grab her sleeve, his eyes red. "I can’t bear it... after all these years, you’re just going to end it like this?"
Aurora paused, then seriously lifted her head to look at him. She pressed her lips together in sadness. She had never imagined her relationship with Alexander would end like this.
But now, she didn’t want to look back.
"Alexander, go back. It’s over between us." Aurora stood up. A bodyguard nearby walked over, coldly eyeing Alexander.
Alexander’s face turned bright red. He suddenly stood up. "I’m not giving up! Aurora, in a month, I’ll make my mom change her mind, and I’ll make Peyton leave willingly. I’ll co back to find you then!"
With that, Alexander turned and left.
Aurora watched Alexander, no longer insisting on anything. His back looked sowhat forlorn, but she firmly turned away, not allowing herself to soften.
A month?
Could he really resolve the issues with his mom and Peyton in a month? Alexander had always been too kind. She feared that Peyton would never leave him that easily.
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