Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 402

Chapter 402 What I Want, You Can't Do

"Tabatha!" He looked at me, his hands clenched tightly on the table, his thin lips pressed tightly together, perhaps out of discomfort, hist Adam's apple bobbing, even trembling, "Even if you choose Daniel, why are you in such a hurry to leave? For him, you gave up your mother, the entire Conner Group, and everything you have in River City. How much does he care about you, is it worth you giving up everything for him?"

"This question, Mr. Hinton could have asked me directly," a voice suddenly came from behind me. Then, a shadow appeared beside me. It was Ezra.

Seeing him. Walter's face grew even darker. Ezra looked at him, ignoring his murderous intent, and said, "Walter, my love for Tabatha is no less than yours. I can promise to love only her for the rest of my life, my heart and body belong only to her, I can even give my life for her. What about you? Can you do the same?"

Walter was provoked, his dark eyes narrowed, "I..."

Ezra didn't give him a chance to speak, abruptly interrupting him with a cold laugh. "Don't tell me you can, Walter. You betrayed Tabatha on New Year's Eve. Do you really think she knows nothing? The dirty news about you and that female reporter, which you suppressed at a high price, she saw every bit of it."

Walter suddenly froze, glancing at me sideways. On his handsome face was a panic and astonishment I had never seen before.

Watching his reaction, a sharp pain shot through my heart From the time the incident occurred until now even though I had seen those unbearable images, I had never doubled Walter I had always thought it was a conspiracy by Ezra. With technology so advanced now, face- swapping techniques are emerging one after another. Therefore, even if the video was so realistic, I had never thought it was real. But Walter's reaction told me that everything seemed not as I thought.

Looking at Walter, I still wanted to confirm, saying, "So, you and Marjorie really..."

He looked at me, his brows furrowed and his voice low and hoarse, "That night, I..."

"You don't need to explain." I interrupted him, a sudden inexplicable fear rising in my heart. Looking at him, I said, "Whatever is between you two, it has nothing to do with me anymore. You don't need to explain your relationship to me. Who you like, who you love, it's all your freedom, isn't it?"

I was a coward, filled with doubts. If I had heard him tell me that he was really entangled with others, I would rather believe what I thought from the beginning - that everything was a plot by Ezra, and that Walter was forced into it, no matter what.

But his reaction...

No longer looking at him, I turned my gaze to Ezra and said, "Let's go."

Ezra glanced at Walter, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Mr.

Hinton," he said, "Two hours from now, Tabatha and I will be waiting for you outside the civil affairs bureau. You and Tabatha will get your divorce certificate. That way, we can all move on with our lives. without interfering with each other.'

Walter didn't make a sound, but I could distinctly feel his gaze on me, even though I didn't look at him. I knew his feelings and pain at that moment, as well as the despair and sorrow in his eyes.

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I left the club with Ezra, shaking off his hand. I got into the car with a blank expression, my heart heavy and stifled. If possible, I didn't want to spend even a second with this person at that moment. Ezra seemed not to care, moved next to me, raised his eyebrows towards Sebastian in the front row, and said, "Let's go."

The car started, I glanced sideways at the scenery outside the window, and after a long time, I finally spoke coldly, "Are you satisfied now?"

The person next to him chuckled softly, with a hint of smugness, "Not bad, but..." At this point, Ezra suddenly paused for a few seconds and said, "This is far from enough."

I frowned, abruptly turned around, and glared at him, "Ezra, what else do you want to do? You said, as long as I do as you say, you won't do anything to hurt him again."

"Huh!" He sneered, his dark eyes slightly lifted, filled with a hint of mockery, "What? He betrayed you, and you're still so hung up on him? Tabatha, I'm not pleased with this." Suppressing the anger in my heart, I shifted my gaze, pursed my lips and said, "Go ahead, what else do you want me to do to satisfy you?"

He lowered his gaze, toying with his hand in a rather casual manner. He said indifferently, "What I want, you can't do."

I frowned, what nonsense was this person spouting again?

After a while, he slowly looked up at me and said, "Let's eat first."

The car had already stopped outside a private garden. I was pulled out of the car by him and we entered the yard. We were led into a quiet, secluded courtyard. After we sat down, the waiter asked, "Can we serve the dishes now?"