Chapter 61 The Dream Was Over
Ariana’s POV
+8 Pearls
I exited the bustling living room and stepped into the courtyard, instantly drawn to the expansive swimming pool, its azure waters glimmering gently in the sunlight. I admired it with delight, crouching down to dip my fingers into the water, only to discover it was surprisingly warm. The Sartres truly know how to savor life.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Afraid my undignified moment would be witnessed, I quickly straightened up and turned to find Figaro.
I instinctively averted my gaze. “What are you doing here?”
Figaro, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, held a tall glass in his hand, the crimson wine within swaying slightly.
He didn’t question my recent absence; instead, upon noticing the suit jacket draped over my shoulders, he concealed a fleeting emotion behind a smile. Just like you”
I hesitated, feeling an urge to explain my recent circumstances. Before I could speak, Figaro interjected, “You don’t need to say anything. I understand. I just want to ask, do you wish to return to him?”
Unconsciously reluctant to draw Figaro into the turmoil between Stefan and me, I frowned slightly. “Figaro, I’m sorry. I can’t provide you with an answer. Just consider it my folly for dragging both Yoyo and you into my chaotic life.”
Figaro turned to face the pool, releasing a soft sigh. “But from the beginning, I’ve been serious…”.
The sadness etched in his features made my heart ache. I’m truly sorry..”
At that moment, apart from apologies, I had no idea what else to say. I was the one who initiated the conversation about wanting a relationship. Regardless of the reasons, I had chosen to leave without offering an explanation.
Figaro turned his face toward me, his smile still warm. “It’s alright; just consider it another rejection from you, not that it’s the first time. From the moment I called you and Stefan answered, I knew the dream was over.”
I suddenly felt utterly despicable, as if my initial desire for a relationship had been a mistake. Stefan was right; I didn’t deserve to pursue love like ordinary people.
I asked softly. “What did he say on the phone?”
Figaro shrugged. “Not much, he simply told me you were doing well and that it wasn’t convenient for you to contact me recently, that’s all
I regarded him with a hint of skepticism, noting that he didn’t seem to be lying. Could it be that Stefan is genuinely that approachablet
As if reading my thoughts, Figaro replied, “I mean it. He didn’t say anything else. I have some matters to attend to inside; I’ll come find you later.””
As I watched him walk away, frustration welled up inside me, and I felt the urge to slap myself. The last person I wanted to disappoint was Figaro; he embodied the ideal partner, while I felt woefully inadequate.
“I already warned you not to indulge in fantasies. Now that you’ve encountered a man you like but cannot reach, isn’t it rather infuriating?
A morking, scornful tone suddenly pierced the air behind me. No one but Stefan would say such things; I didn’t even need to turn around to confirm it was him.
I didn’t feel anger, I simply found him unreasonable. Once, he seemed flawless in my eyes, but now my perspective had
fied. Does this signify that I have finally awakened?
I remained silent, and Stefan wasn’t perturbed. He stood beside me, gazing at the pool. “Come inside with me: you can’t stay here alone”
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Chapter 61 The Dream Was Over
+8 Pearls
demands?”
In a sudden movement, he reached out, his large hand gripping my neck as he poured the red wine from his tall glass into my mouth.
The cold, fiery wine cascaded down my throat, causing me to cough uncontrollably.
e still didn’t release me, leaning closer to my ear and whispering, “I simply didn’t want others to think I couldn’t even keep ack of a woman. You came here with me, so what do you think it signified to secretly rendezvous with other men?”
