Filed to story: Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me
Cecelia was startled at first, but she pursed her lips and retorted, “Must I spell it all out for you before you get it?”
Yozan’s body stiffened. For some reason, his silhouette appeared somewhat lonely.
“Don’t come and disturb me anymore.” Cecelia took a deep breath. Every fiber of her being rejected Yozan’s presence. “You know full well that I can’t be fully invested in a relationship with you.”
This was the truth. She meant every word.
The young man she kept in her heart made it impossible for her to get involved with anyone else.
“Am I not important to you at all?” Yozan’s bitter chuckle sounded a little eerie in the quietness of their surroundings.
Cecelia hardened her heart and declared, “That’s right.”
Her response struck a nerve with Yozan. He grabbed her shoulders and glared at her in fury. “What’s so good about Hank Damazio?! Why are you still so hung up on him after all these years?!”
“H-How did you know?”
Cecelia had never told Yozan that it was Hank she couldn’t forget. After returning to the country, she didn’t do anything that made it obvious she had a close relationship with Hank either. How did he find out?
Yozan’s eyes glinted darkly as his expression grew cold. “Why wouldn’t I know about it? You think I wouldn’t get someone to investigate you?”
According to the information he found, Hank was the only man who ever appeared in Cecelia’s life.
If she was in love with someone, that person could only be Hank.
Cecelia was speechless.
She stood there in silence.
“Hank never felt the same way about you. That’s why he’s with Yelena now. Since that’s the case, why are you still hung up on him?”
Yozan’s words were hurtful, but he spoke the truth.
Cecelia had told herself the same thing countless times to force herself to bury the feelings she had for Hank.
Even so, the fact that she was hearing these words from an outsider made her feel like she had been stripped naked.
“It’s none of your business!”
Cecelia shoved Yozan away and turned to leave.
Alas, she’d shoved him so hard that he slammed into the tree behind him.
Thump…
Cecelia jumped in fright when she heard the sound. She quickly turned to look and saw Yozan slumping to the ground unconscious.
“Yozan!” Cecelia exclaimed as she rushed over to him.
She quivered with fear when she felt the back of his head. Her palm had been dyed red.
Though she repeated his name a few more times, he didn’t respond at all.
“What should I do…” Cecelia was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t think straight. All of a sudden, a hand pressed down on hers and a weak voice called out, “Help me call 911.”
Cecelia smacked herself. Hang on. We’re right outside the hospital! Why would I need to call 911?!
She looked around and spotted a doctor in the distance, so she immediately walked up to him and tugged his sleeve to get him to follow her. “Doctor! There’s an injured person over there. Come quick!”
The doctor was startled and confused but he followed her anyway. He only realized the severity of the situation when he saw Yozan slumped under the tree.
He quickly called a few people over and they brought Yozan to the emergency room.
Throughout Yozan’s treatment, Cecelia remained on the side with a look of guilt.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.”
“I know. It’s fine,” Yozan responded evenly with an unreadable expression.
“I…”
Cecelia felt remorseful, so she softly asked, “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Marry me,” Yozan replied.
Cecelia was struck dumb. She didn’t respond. It was clear that she was displeased by his answer.
“Just stay here and take care of me.”
This option was… a little more bearable.
“Fine. Since I’m the reason why you got hurt, I’ll look after you for the time being while you’re at the hospital.”
Before Cecelia could say anything else, Yozan’s phone rang.
His expression shifted slightly when he heard the voice that came through.
“I’ll ask for permission to take some time off work.” Cecelia was about to make the call when Yozan stopped her.
“You don’t need to stick around and take care of me. Just go home.”
Cecelia thought she’d pissed him off somehow, so she asked, puzzled, “Why not?”
Yozan smirked. “What’s the matter? Are you so keen on taking care of me?”
“No, but I did cause your injury.”
Yozan’s eyes flashed darkly. “In that case, I don’t need you to take care of me. Just go.”
Cecelia didn’t move. She bit her lip and checked, “Are you sure?”
Yozan waved her away. “Hurry up and leave before I change my mind.”
Cecelia took one last look at him before walking off.
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Yozan called out.
Elspeth came in, and when she saw Yozan lying on the hospital bed, she forced herself to rein in her fury.
“What a coincidence. I just so happened to be injured and you just so happened to come and meet me.”
“I’m not here to chat with you today.” Elspeth sat down on the seat. Her voice was crisp and curt as she questioned, “Why did you give all that information to the McGraths?”
Yozan cocked his eyebrows and queried in confusion, “What are you talking about? What do you mean that I gave information to the McGraths?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Yozan. The McGraths wouldn’t have had such a clear grasp on everything if you didn’t pass the information to them.”
Elspeth had it all figured out.
Yozan was the only person apart from her who knew all this information.
Thus, it had to have been him who spilled to the McGraths.
“Fine. Since you figured it out, I won’t attempt to hide it any longer.”
Yozan looked pale but his words were as infuriating as ever.
“I just wanted to make life hard for Welson Harley.”
“There are plenty of ways for you to cause trouble for him. Why did you choose to hurt my mother?”
