CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 116 FAYE TOWNSEND, ADMIT IT, YOU STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME_2

She let go of his hand and looked at him, "It’s getting late. Are you going to stand here for a while, Second Master? Then suit yourself. I want to go home first."

Watching Faye Townsend turn and leave, Hunter Warren’s eyebrows furrowed with a hint of displeasure.

Did she really need to make herself sound so unbearable just to avoid him?

Was it worth boasting about having been in another man’s bed?

Damn girl, besides being stubborn, there’s really nothing cute about her.

He slowly approached Faye’s house. Although they lived very close now, he couldn’t even enter her home. For the first time, he felt like he was truly living in failure.

After going upstairs, Faye knocked on Clara’s room door: "Clara, are you asleep?"

The door opened from the inside, and Clara’s eyes were red from crying: "Faye, you’re back."

Looking at her state, Faye couldn’t help but sigh, "Look at you, your eyes are almost swollen like walnuts. What’s wrong? Did you not have a pleasant chat earlier?"

"He didn’t come to pick me up. He clearly came to ask me to forgive that murderer.

Faye, I’m so foolish, how could I love such a man so wholeheartedly?

Tell me, is there anyone in this world more foolish than me?

Faye, tell me, when Hunter Warren didn’t love you back then, how did you persevere?

Now I really feel like... I can’t hold on any longer."

Faye gave a helpless smile, "I didn’t persevere either.

When you can’t hold on, it’s okay not to continue. You can’t sacrifice your soul for this relationship."

"Then why didn’t you give up on him earlier?"

"Because back then... I wasn’t as enlightened as I am now.

At that time, I thought I couldn’t live without this love.

Losing him was like dying to me.

But the truth is, people come and go alone in this world.

Even without him, I’m still living well."

Faye gently patted her shoulder, "Clara, if you’ve deeply loved someone who didn’t love you back.

Then your current state is a necessary path.

Without despair, how could you learn to let go?

Don’t push yourself too hard.

Otherwise, in the future, when you look back on yourself today, you’ll laugh at yourself for being such a fool."

Clara lowered her eyes, full of pain.

Faye removed her hand from her shoulder, "I guess you’d rather be alone right now, so I won’t bother you. I’ll go to the study next door to look at some documents, and you get some rest."

Clara looked at her helplessly, "Sometimes when I see you, it’s really scary."

"Why?"

"Because you seem like another version of myself in my heart, you know me too well."

Faye couldn’t help but laugh, "From your serious expression just now, I almost thought I was a wild beast in your heart."

After speaking, she took two steps back, "Alright, rest well, I’ll go next door."

Hunter stood at the door for a long time before deciding to go home. When he turned around, he saw Uncle Rivers holding Darnley’s hand approaching from a distance.

Hunter looked at little Darnley. They hadn’t met many times, but every time he saw Darnley, he felt a strange sensation.

He couldn’t say how strange it was, though he didn’t like kids, he never disliked seeing this little brat.

Seeing Hunter standing there, Uncle Rivers quickly approached with Darnley, "Second Master, how come you’re here? Are you looking for Miss Faye? I can go in and call her for you."

Hunter lowered his head to look at Darnley, who was looking up at him, and waved his hand, "No need, I’ve already seen her, and I was just about to leave."

Darnley pouted and looked at Hunter, "You met Faye? You didn’t bully her, did you? You better not bully her, or when I grow up, I’ll definitely take revenge for her."

"Revenge?" Hunter raised his eyebrows and smiled. This kid, his thoughts are sharp and straightforward, understands how to protect Faye, not bad, he quite likes it.

"Your mom and I aren’t enemies. I’m her husband."

Darnley turned and asked Uncle Rivers, "Grandfather Rivers, he’s a big liar, Faye doesn’t have a husband at all."

Uncle Rivers smiled with pursed lips, "Darnley, Second Master isn’t lying, he’s truly your mom’s husband.

Strictly speaking, you should call him Dad."

Darnley furrowed his little brows, "But I already have a dad."

"Who is your dad?" Hunter crossed his arms with a slight grin.

Uncle Rivers’s words made him feel a moment of ease, instantly feeling he had won over Oliver Turner.

"I have two dads, Oliver Dad and Jess Dad, you’re not my dad at all," Darnley mimicked his stance and crossed his arms.