Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 319

Chapter 319 I Could Wait

He gave a soft laugh, his voice warm and magnetic, showing no signs of anger. Instead, his expression turned a bit more serious as he said, "Tabatha, thank you for trusting me.

I was taken aback for a moment, unable to react immediately. Looking at him, I asked, "What?”

His slender fingers casually rested on the steering wheel as he said, "I really didn't do those things."

Realizing he was talking about Jacob's death, and the ordeal of Gianna and Ashley in prison, I pursed my lips and said, "Let's not even talk about such despicable acts as murder and rape. Even Ashley, you wouldn't harm her."

How to put it, he had taken care of Ashley for so many years. Even if he had mistaken her for someone else, it was his mistake, not Ashley's.. Sending Ashley to jail was because she had committed illegal acts not because Walter was angry. After years of companionship and care, there was still some affection. He wouldn't vent his anger on others just because he had mistaken someone.

At this point, I still believed in Walter's character.

He was silent, the green light came on, he started the car, and suddenly it became quiet inside. I was somewhat uncomfortable.

He took the initiative and asked, "Did you offend someone?" With so many things pointing at him, it was hard not to overthink.

He held the steering wheel, glanced at me sideways, and smiled faintly, "Shouldn't it be you who offended someone?"

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frowned, "Who could I have offended?" Before he could respond, a thought struck me. This seemed to be all related to me. The people in trouble were all those who had hurt me, but the finger was pointed at Walter.

What did the person behind mean?

What did you want to express?

Seeing me furrow my brows in thought, Walter gave a faint smile, his voice as usual, saying, "It seems the person behind the scenes is quite good at guessing people's hearts, knowing that I care about you, and would retaliate against those who hurt you."

I frowned, looking at him somewhat speechlessly, feeling that he had said a bunch of nonsense.

He remained silent, his gaze suddenly calm as he spoke, "They truly deserved it."

I froze, turning to look at him, catching a glimpse of the fleeting coldness on his handsome face. My heart skipped a beat, unsure if I was overthinking, I began to speak, "You..."

His expression was as usual, he glanced at me sideways, raised an eyebrow, handsome and attractive, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, feeling that his momentary coldness just now was a misperception. How could he think that those who had hurt me deserved it? Besides, Ashley was someone he had protected for many years. Even if he held a grudge, he wouldn't hurt her because of me.

He drove me all the way to the bottom of the Conner Group building. Before I got out of the car, I turned back to look at him and sincerely said, "Thank you."

He got out of the car then, didn't say a word, just quietly watched me

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get out. I hadn't taken more than a few steps when I heard his voice, "Tabatha."

I looked back at him, "Huh?"

Their eyes met, he slightly pursed his lips, his voice low and restrained, "Dinner together tonight?"

I was a bit surprised, paused and said. "I..."

"Ms. Conner?" A man in a blue delivery uniform ran towards me from

the base of the Conner Group building, holding a large bouquet of flowers, and asked as he looked at me.

I nodded, looking at him in confusion.

The man handed me the flower in his hand, smiling and saying, "This is your flower, please sign for it."

My mind was still a bit foggy, and it was only after I had blankly signed and accepted it that I reacted, looking at the man and asking, "How do you know my surname is Conner?" In my memory, I didn't know this man.

The man looked at me with a faint smile and said, "The gentleman who ordered the flowers showed me your picture and instructed me to deliver the flowers to you personally I just went upstairs to ask for you, but they said you weren't there, so I've been waiting for you downstairs."

I was puzzled and wanted to ask, but the man, after seeing me sign and accept the flowers, hurriedly rode his bike away.

Looking at the flowers in my arms, I hesitated a bit, who sent them?

Instinctively, I looked at Walter, noticing his somewhat gloomy expression. His dark eyes fell on the flowers in my arms, his gaze

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unfriendly. Clearly, the flowers were not from him.

The words I intended to ask were swallowed back into my throat. Looking at me, he said, "I might be busy tonight, I don't have time..."

"Did you make plans with Daniel?" He began, his voice low and harsh. It was clear that he was suppressing anger in his tone.

Hearing him bring up Daniel out of nowhere, I frowned and said, "There's been a lot going on with the Conner Group lately, I can't get away at the moment, Mr. Hinton, I'm sorry, but I can't make it to your appointment."

Walter's face was very gloomy, especially when he caught sight of the flowers in my arms, he even looked a bit annoyed. Looking at me, he said, "No matter, I'll wait no matter how late you're busy."

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