Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 225

Chapter 225:.

From his place in the doorway, Derek reached out and flipped on the light switch. The entire room, in all its chaotic splendor, was bathed in light.

Becky’s face was red and swollen and she was sitting on the floor, crying desperately. She looked like an innocent victim who had been assaulted.

I was standing next to her, giving the impression that I was the culprit who had bullied her. I noticed Derek, who was standing in the doorway. He, however, had his eyes fixed on Becky and didn’t even look at me.

Then he took deliberate steps toward her, squatted down beside her and held out his hands, intending to help her to her feet. He didn’t even bother to ask me what had happened.

Perhaps she had already jumped to conclusions and marked me as the culprit.

I could gauge this simply by the fact that she didn’t even give me a glance when she came in. Becky didn’t get up. She wiped away her tears, but wailed as more tears fell profusely down her cheeks, “I know I’m expendable. I shouldn’t have come here.”

After saying that, she suddenly stood up and ran out of the room, still crying uncontrollably.

Derek stood up and watched Becky disappear out the door. Then, finally, he gave me a look.

I couldn’t read what he was thinking in his eyes. However, now it looked like he didn’t blame me. He just looked a little drained of energy.

I felt like choking and a headache was coming on. I thought about where Becky might go in the middle of the night. No matter what had happened tonight, no matter whose fault it was and whoever was scheming, I didn’t want her to be in danger.

“Why don’t you go after her?” I asked.

After staring at me for a few seconds, Derek turned and walked out.

God only knew the pain I felt as I watched his figure walk away. I was a woman, too. I wasn’t invincible. I was just a little more rational than that impulsive, immature girl. I also wanted to act. I also had the desire to ignore everything when I got angry about something.

If I was pushed to the limit one day, I might lose my mind. I cleared my complicated emotions and went through the mess on the floor. I didn’t have time to clean up. I followed Derek downstairs.

Derek was talking on the phone in the car.

The car lights were shining through the watery moonlight. He was holding the steering wheel with one hand and the phone with the other. His anxiety showed on his face. Perhaps he couldn’t speak because he unceremoniously tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and drove off.

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He didn’t even realize he was at the front door of the house. I couldn’t just sit at home and do nothing, so I went out and looked for Becky down the road.

There was only one main road out of the village. Derek had driven down this road. In the middle of the night, I didn’t see any people on the road and I didn’t see his car coming back either. Becky was not familiar with Sousen, so I had nowhere to go.

However, my real concern was the future of my relationship with Derek. Regardless of who was right and who was to blame, if something horrible happened to Becky, I feared Derek would end things with me.

I didn’t know how long I had walked. My legs were numb. It was a dry, freezing night, typical of early winter weather. When I went outside, I absentmindedly forgot to put on a coat.

At first, I was so cold that I was shivering so much that my teeth were chattering. But then, after walking for a while, I began to feel warm and feverish. Then I thought about what would happen if Becky came back. She had already had a deep misunderstanding with me. I could never forgive her for what she had done tonight. There was no chance of reconciliation.

It was before dawn, but the vendors were already out on the street selling breakfast. I couldn’t know how far I’d gotten. I hadn’t found Becky anyway. I considered the situation and realized that it was logically not meant to be.

Derek didn’t dwell on chasing her.

How far could she have gotten? How could she have left Derek’s car behind?

Perhaps because the circumstances had been so urgent and I had been so focused on replaceing her, I didn’t analyze the situation properly. It now occurs to me that perhaps we had made a misjudgment. Maybe Becky hadn’t gone very far. Maybe she was hiding somewhere out of sight on purpose.

I wanted to call Derek to ask him if he had found Becky, but I realized that I had left in such a hurry that I hadn’t remembered to take the phone with me.

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