Free Web NovelChapter 75: Chapter 75: A Warm Hand Covers Her Small Hand
Her world suddenly went pitch-black. No one would think of her.
"Georgia, you’ve misunderstood. I’m just worried about you."
"Justin Sullivan, what are you worried about? In what capacity are you worried about me? As my uncle?" Georgia Thorne wasn’t drunk; her mind had never been clearer than in this moment. "So what if you like me? Don’t forget, you already have Selena!"
"After my mother passed away, I thought you were the only person in the world I could rely on. But what happened? You let me down so badly. You left without a sound, and you expected me to wait for you? Six years is a long time. Just because you told me to wait didn’t mean I had to."
"Did you think those letters of yours would make me hopelessly devoted to you? No one is stupid enough to just stop moving forward. I, Georgia Thorne, am not stupid. I won’t wait for an impossible future."
Georgia Thorne tilted her head back, realizing they had somehow gotten incredibly close.
Her eyes glistened, the whites filled with tiny red streaks.
Justin Sullivan. He was her aspiration, the driving force of her life. But now, he was the despair she wanted to escape.
"Georgia, those letters... you received them?"
This was the first time Georgia Thorne had said this much to him since he returned.
From the resentment in her tone, he knew she was finally unleashing six years of pent-up emotions.
He was, on one hand, happy, and on the other, crestfallen.
Deep down, he had always believed that Georgia Thorne had never received his letters, which was why she never replied.
But she had just admitted to receiving them, which was a huge disappointment.
’She obviously liked me too, so why didn’t she write back?’
’If she had replied sooner, I could have returned to her side sooner.’
"I didn’t read them. I burned them all!" Georgia Thorne inhaled deeply, taking in his scent.
’It had changed. It wasn’t the same as before.’
"Burned them?"
"Yes, that’s right! Why would I read letters from the person who abandoned me and threw me into despair!"
Georgia Thorne shoved him away and turned to walk out.
Justin Sullivan stood there, stunned. ’She burned every single one of them?’
Each of those letters had been filled with his longing for Georgia Thorne. He had been thinking of her with every single word he wrote.
But now, she was saying she had burned them all without reading a single one!
Justin Sullivan thought to chase after her, but the elevator had already gone down.
He pressed the button for another elevator, intent on going down to find Georgia Thorne.
Only after Justin Sullivan was inside the elevator did Georgia Thorne emerge from a private room to the side.
Just now, emboldened by the alcohol, she had said too much—but she had also made things crystal clear.
The pain in her stomach, which she’d been ignoring for over an hour, was slowly getting worse. freēwebnovel.com
It felt as though it was twisting into knots. She bent her slender frame and squatted on the ground, only managing to stand after resting for a good while.
Leaning against the wall, she slowly walked toward the elevators.
Georgia Thorne shook her dizzy head and reached out to press the elevator button.
Her vision was a bit blurry; she fumbled for the button several times but couldn’t manage to press it.
Then, a long, slender finger, carrying a scorching heat, covered the back of Georgia Thorne’s hand and unerringly pressed the button.
Georgia Thorne turned her head and bumped into the man’s chest, her forehead knocking against a cool suit button.
A familiar scent washed over her, and she subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.
Her eyes began to sting. ’Maybe I’ve had too much to drink and I’m seeing the wrong person.’
She wanted to look up and see if it was really him.
With a DING, the elevator doors opened. Just as she lifted her head, a large hand cradled the back of it, pressing her against the man’s shoulder. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
A low, sexy, and slightly hoarse voice drifted past her ear. "If you’re tired, just rest on my chest."
’It’s him!’
Tears instantly welled in her stinging eyes, spilling onto the man’s clothes and darkening the fabric.
The man’s powerful arm slipped around the woman’s pliant waist, and he lifted her horizontally into his arms, carrying her into the elevator.
Inside the descending elevator, Georgia Thorne was completely drained of strength. Her mind was fuzzy, and her pale fingers weakly clutched Elliot Sheridan’s sleeve.
"Elliot Sheridan."
Georgia Thorne opened her eyes a sliver, squinting at the man above her.
Under the light, the man’s handsome face was obscured in shadow, his expression unreadable.
A man with such a powerful aura could command a room without saying a single word.
Georgia Thorne was exhausted and drowsy from the alcohol, and this embrace felt unusually safe and reassuring.
She nestled her head against his chest, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The elevator chimed open, and Elliot Sheridan walked out, carrying Georgia Thorne.
In the hotel, quite a few people recognized Elliot Sheridan.
Elliot Sheridan, who had always kept women at a distance, was actually carrying a woman in his arms.
Owen Sawyer pulled the car to a stop at the entrance. Seeing his boss come out carrying a woman, he gave the woman—whose face he couldn’t see clearly—a complicated look.
Then, he respectfully opened the car door.
As Elliot Sheridan carried Georgia Thorne out the door, a cold gust of wind blew over them. The woman in his arms stirred, unconsciously brushing her long hair aside before finding a more comfortable position in his embrace and falling asleep again.
Elliot Sheridan looked down, his dark eyes filled with a tenderness that no one else could see.
Justin Sullivan rushed back to the hotel entrance from outside, just in time to see Georgia Thorne being carried in a man’s arms.
He had been staring at Georgia Thorne all night—he knew what clothes she was wearing, what color they were, her hairstyle, everything...
Even without seeing her face, he was certain that the person being carried was Georgia Thorne.
He froze, watching Georgia Thorne stir in the other man’s embrace.
Her fair face slowly turned into view, and a sharp, throbbing pain shot through his heart, as if a piece of it had been gouged out.
Suddenly, he understood what Georgia Thorne meant when she spoke of despair.
When he looked again at the man holding Georgia Thorne, his eyes widened in disbelief. ’It’s him!’
’How could it be! How is this possible!’
Justin Sullivan clenched the box in his hand, watching with his own eyes as Elliot Sheridan carried Georgia Thorne into his car.
His mind flashed back to the day of his return, when Georgia Thorne hadn’t stayed behind but had left with Elliot Sheridan instead.
And they had stayed together until very late.
’They were together for the entire afternoon. What were they doing?’
As Elliot Sheridan’s car slowly pulled away, Justin Sullivan remained rooted to the spot, forgetting even to give chase.
Georgia Thorne was reliant on those she was close to, but she was always wary of strangers.
The way Georgia Thorne had slept so peacefully in Elliot Sheridan’s arms just now, the reliance it displayed, was driving him mad with jealousy.
’That should be mine!’
When Justin Sullivan returned to his car, the assistant in the front seat saw that he was still clutching a small box. "Sir, wasn’t that stomach medicine for your friend?"
"I was a step too late." Justin Sullivan tossed the box aside.
"Drive. To Shindale."
Shindale was the apartment complex where Georgia Thorne lived.
Elliot Sheridan had Owen Sawyer drive directly to his private apartment.
While driving, Owen Sawyer glanced at the woman in the rearview mirror. For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Georgia Thorne.
Georgia Thorne had barely eaten all day and had drunk quite a bit that night. Even while sleeping in Elliot Sheridan’s arms, her body was curled into a ball.
Her hand was clutching her stomach, her brows furrowed in a deep frown. She was sleeping restlessly.
Elliot Sheridan moved her small hand away and covered the spot with his own large palm. He controlled his strength and pressed down. The woman in his arms flinched violently, letting out a pained whimper.
The soft, weak sound melted his heart.
Even Owen Sawyer, who was driving up front, nearly let the steering wheel slip through his hands.
