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Chapter 381

Chapter 381 The One Who Cried Ugly

Listening to his narration, my gaze became much calmer. I asked, "Have you ever had feelings for Rachel? Or have you ever had thoughts about her that you shouldn't have?"

He shook his head, almost certain, "I have never known her, you know that. At the Heart Island, I saved her, but that was because she was your friend. At that time, I just wanted to help, without any other thoughts. Later, she asked for my contact information, saying she wanted to thank me. I gave it to her. She invited me to dinner, but I refused. Later, I was busy with things abroad, and she would occasionally chat with me. Once, she said she had psychological barriers after experiencing that accident. Out of kindness, I helped her, but I never thought about it in that way. Later, when I returned to the country, she called me. Hermosa answered it. It was that time, I was very angry, because Emma thought I had betrayed our marriage, but I didn't."

His brows were tightly knitted, almost speechless, he said, "I sought her out afterwards, and made it clear to her that I love my wife very much and wouldn't have any extra feelings for others. But she cried and begged me, saying it was okay if I didn't like her, we could be friends. I blocked all her contact information, but she actually called Emma and told her a lot of nonsense. Helpless, I could only agree to meet with her. She asked me to come to Springbury, which was that night at the night market. She said, as long as I accompany her like a normal friend, to go shopping and relax, she wouldn't bother me afterwards."

I pursed my lips, fell silent for a moment, and then asked, "What exactly happened on the night of the incident?"

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He took a deep breath, closed his eyes in near despair, and said, "The day the incident happened at the tourist spot, I found a suspicious tourist in the area. His attire and clothing were not for sightseeing at all I suspected he was the mastermind behind the incident. I followed that man for a day. In the evening, I followed him into a bar. I intended to catch him secretly and try to get some information from him. But I didn't expect to meet Rachel in the bar. She invited me to have a drink with her. Given the special circumstances, I wanted to get rid of her first, so I had a few drinks with her. But after a few drinks, I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, it was the next morning, and I woke up in the room to see Emma."

I frowned, feeling somewhat dazed, "Are you drunk? Or..."

"She put something in the drink," William said, his face somewhat somber.

"Did she scheme against you?" I was stunned, almost unexpectedly. For a man, she actually degraded herself like this.

William nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "Emma doesn't want to hear me say these things, Tabatha. If possible, please help me explain to her. I know I've let her down, and now that it's come to this, I know explanations are useless. But at least I want her to understand that from beginning to end, my heart has always been with her, and no one else."

I pursed my lips, nodded slightly, my heart indeed growing heavier

After finishing the conversation, William left. I sat in the coffee shop, my mind filled with thoughts of the once lively and cheerful, straightforward and honest Rachel. We had walked many paths together, skipped classes together, fed stray cats on the street together, and chased away thugs who bullied girls on the street. We had also lied for each other in front of our parents. I thought I knew her well.

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But now, in just a few short days, everything seemed to have changed.

When another person appeared in front of me, I was still blurry. It wasn't until the person in front of me handed me a tissue, somewhat disdainfully saying, "Crying in public like this, it's quite ugly." It was Daniel.

Seeing him, I pursed my lips, took the tissue to wipe the tear stains on my face, and looked at him, "I haven't seen you these past few days, I thought you had gone back to River City."

He snapped his fingers to summon the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee, and looked at me, saying, "Why go back? It's the end of the year, I'm an idle person, there's no difference between being here and going back."

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