Chapter 333 The Last Place You’d Expect
No matter how long Elliot knelt in the rain. No matter How pitiful he looked. Lauren never came.
The sky darkened, and the heavy rain linally began to slow into
Just then, a sleek black Rolls–Royce pulled up to the estate gates.
a light drizzle..
Felix stepped out, dressed in a crisp black suit. At nearly forty, he looked even more commanding than he had a decade ago. Sharp–featured, calm, and cold–head the kind of presence that made people instinctively avoid meeting his eyes.
The moment Elliot saw him, he scrambled up from the ground.
But after kneeling for so long, his legs buckled beneath him. He staggered forward, barely catching himself before he fell again.
Breathless and disheveled, he looked up and blurted, “Felix, where are you hiding Lauren? You told her not to see me, didn’t you?”
“I’m warning you, I’m Lauren’s brother. She’s always cared about me. If she finds out you kept us apart. she’ll be furious.”
Felix looked down at him, face unreadable.
“You want to see Lauren?”
“Yes!” Elliot’s voice cracked. “I have to see her.”
“Tomorrow.”
That was all Felix said before walking straight into the house, not sparing him another glance.
Elliot opened his mouth, ready to say more–but then looked down at himself. Drenched, dirty, utterly humiliated.
I can’t see her like this
If I’m going to face Lauren again, it has to be with dignity.
He told himself this was fine. Tomorrow was better. He needed time to clean up, to look presentable.
Yes, he’d made mistakes–horrible ones..
But that was
years ago.
Surely time had softened the pain. He’d served his sentence. He’d paid for what he’d done.
And Lauren Lauren was kind. If anyone would forgive him, it would be her.
Holding onto that fragile hope, Elliot left the Brooker estate.
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His mind kept replaying every moment, every cruel thing he’d said, every opportunity he’d thrown away.
I’ll do better tomorrow. I’ll make her see how much I regret it. I’ll make her forgive me.
She’s softhearted. She’ll understand. After all, I went to prison I’ve suffered too.
At sunrise, Elliot was up and dressed. He put on a freshly pressed suit, knotted his tie just right, even spritzed on a bit of cologne.
He stared at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath.
This time, I won’t mess it up
When he returned to the Brooker estate, the guards immediately blocked his path.
He frowned. “Move.”
The guard didn’t budge. “Wait here.”
His tone was flat. Dismissive.
Elliot’s face tensed in irritation, but he forced himself to hold back. He couldn’t afford to lose hranice.
He stood at the gate, waiting.
Minutes dragged into hours. His nerves wore thinner with each tick of the clock–but he didn’t leave.
At last, Felix emerged from the house with Nancy beside him.
She wore a soft pink dress and had her hair pulled into a neat ponytail. She looked poised, innocent, and
Sweet.
Felix, still in his black suit, carried the same steely chill in his gaze.
Elliot rushed up. “Where are you going? Didn’t you say I could see Lauren today?”
Felix glanced at him. His voice was quiet but final. “Get in the car.”
That was a
Elliot’s heart lifted. Without hesitation, he opened the door and got in.
Only then did he notice–the back seat was full of flowers.
He stared, confused, but said nothing. Maybe Lauren loves flowers. Maybe she asked for these.
Maybe we’re going to a restaurant–a quiet place to talk
Yes, that made sense. A meal would make the conversation easier.
So he said nothing, just watched the city blur by through the car window.
But the further they drove, the heavier his chest felt..
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They were headed out–far out.
Into the hills.
Into silence.
His fingers tightened around the door handle.
“Felix,” he said quietly, “where exactly are we going?”
Felix said nothing.
Elliot’s pulse quickened. A creeping dread began to take hold.
He sat stiff in the seat, staring straight ahead, willing himself to stay calm.
But when the car finally slowed and turned into a quiet stone path–his heart sank.
Ahead of them, carved into the landscape, was a cemetery.
And in that moment, everything stopped.
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