CHAPTER 228: CHAPTER 226: YOU MUST MARRY ME

Until recently, Charlotte Owen suddenly approached Lydia Jones, asking her to tell Liam Spencer the truth from back then, which is why she has suddenly returned.

She said, "Liam, I know you can’t let go of my sister in your heart. She also hopes for your happiness, but you can’t treat Miss Hanson as my sister just because they share some resemblance."

"Aunt Charlotte said that Miss Hanson is with you primarily to leverage Owen Clan Group to expand Hanson Clan Group. If my sister knew you were squandering your happiness and sincerity like this, she wouldn’t be at peace in heaven."

"Shortly after my sister passed away, I ran into Aunt Charlotte and Noah Owen. Aunt Charlotte didn’t want to upset you, so she never told you the truth. Everyone thought you had moved on from the shadow of breaking up with my sister, yet how could you act like this, letting everybody down?"

"Liam, think it over carefully, because love is a lifetime affair and not a game."

"Here is the video my sister recorded for you in the hospital. She originally thought there would be a chance for you two to watch it together, but unexpectedly, there’s no such chance anymore."

Lydia’s appearance and the news she brought were like a thunderbolt to Liam Spencer.

After Lydia left, he was utterly dumbfounded, sitting in the lounge as if he’d lost his soul!

Upon hearing the news of Grace’s unexpected passing, he was unable to process it, incapable of proceeding with the engagement ceremony, leaving Maya Spencer alone there.

Regarding the engagement reasons everyone talked about, Liam knew better than anyone that Maya was Maya, and Grace was Grace.

The first time he met Maya, he admitted he did see some resemblance between the two.

But after spending time together, he didn’t find any trace of Grace in Maya.

He clearly understood that he didn’t like Maya because of some resemblance between them; he knew his own emotions well. He liked being with Maya, liked seeing her smile, liked bantering with her.

Even if she made trouble, he liked her.

She lacked Grace’s gracefulness but possessed more spirit, which he liked very much.

He knew marrying Maya was simply because he liked her, wanted to be with her.

But unexpectedly, Charlotte Owen misunderstood, thinking he was like a fool, allowing Maya to deceive him, take advantage of him.

Even though he knew Maya returned primarily for revenge, he was willing to accompany her in her acts, simply because she was Maya, not like Grace.

But he couldn’t bring himself to hold the wedding as if nothing happened upon learning of Grace’s passing.

And so, he left and returned to the company.

At his desk, he clicked the mouse, and the video began playing again.

In hospital attire, Grace had already shaved her head, pouting as she asked, "Liam, do I look ugly like this? But when we watch this video together, I’ll surely be a beautiful woman again."

"Liam, you’re always so outstanding, making me embarrassed to show my imperfect self before you, so I have to hide first, not allowing you to see me in a sorry state."

Then she counted on her fingers, saying: "Next week, I’ll have surgery to remove the extra thing in my head, and if all goes well, we’ll meet in 9 months. I hope you won’t forget me, or I’d be upset."

"Dear, don’t forget me! When my hair grows back, you must marry me." She said, then touched her small bald head, awkwardly smiling.

"By then, I will wear a white wedding dress, holding your arm, stepping into a happy hall."

"Also, honestly admit, did Hartley Shaw bother you, did you waver while I wasn’t around?"

Liam watched the girl in the video; her smile was so bitter. It was his first time seeing such a lively Grace, perhaps due to the discrepancy from her usual image, making her less confident, leading her to disguise herself this way.

Liam could tell when she acted cute, her expression was a bit awkward and stiff.

He never expected that farewell six years ago would be an eternity.

There was once a time he hated her, resented her, but these feelings soon faded.

He told himself, Grace has the right to pursue her feelings. Thus, his life carried on as normal.

Only he became colder than before, more unwilling to speak with girls.

He didn’t deny that somewhere deep inside, something still touched him, making him reluctant to contact girls.

Until Maya’s appearance stirred his once-calm emotions.

He tasted her sweetness, seeing her smile made him uncontrollably drawn to her.

He could shamelessly act recklessly with her, all just to keep her by his side.

Maya brought him a completely different feeling, a sense of thrill.

It made him constantly want to see her, and if he didn’t for a few days, he would feel uneasy, restless.

Maya’s departure left his emotions in turmoil for a long time, sometimes making him regretful, angry, yet still longing to see her.

At his desk, he shut off the video, took out the memory card, placed it in a box, then stored the box in a drawer.

He sat dumbly in the office, brewing his mood, calming himself, trying to accept the reality of Grace’s departure.

Meanwhile, in Maya’s apartment, she wished to be alone, so she asked Ethan Turner to take Ella Turner away.

Sitting on the bedroom floor, leaning against the bed, tightly clutching her phone, as if waiting for someone’s call.

But as time ticked away, she waited for nothing.

In the quiet of deep night, as clouds covered the moon, lightning flashed across the grey sky, and as thunder suddenly roared, Maya took a deep breath, holding it in.

Her headache started again, pounding painfully, sensing her skull was squeezing tightly, almost exploding.

Then came a heavy downpour; she clasped her head with both hands, repeatedly knocking it against the solid wood bed edge, trying to ease the headache, but the pain intensified.

She hated rainy days; whenever the weather changed, her head would ache uncontrollably, even making her want to bash it against the wall.

This condition came after she lost the child.

In her hand, she tightly grasped the phone, knowing she should dial 120, let an ambulance come to save her.

Yet she stubbornly didn’t call, thinking she’d been made a fool tonight, still foolishly waiting for someone’s apology, preferring to die from the pain rather than suffer in clear mind.

The headache could at least divert her attention, making her feel less miserable.

Beside the bedroom’s big bed, she curled into a ball, her hands tightly embracing her head, the back of her head harshly hitting the solid wood bed. Each impact brought her brief relief.

So she hit it harder and harder until her head started buzzing.