Free Web NovelChapter 84: Chapter 84: I Want to Watch You Go Home with My Own Eyes
At the very least, he hadn’t waited ten hours for nothing.
"I don’t care if you smoke, but there are a lot of children here. Don’t pollute the air for them."
Georgia Thorne’s voice was ice-cold. The light that had flickered in Justin Sullivan’s eyes gradually dimmed and disappeared. This time, she wasn’t showing any concern for him. freewebnσvel.cøm
’Good. Just like that, Georgia Thorne. Keep it up, and he’ll be completely disappointed in you!’
Georgia Thorne sat in the chair Justin Sullivan used to use for painting, tilting back her slender, pale neck to look at him.
"I’m not the Georgia Thorne I used to be. The old Georgia, the one who liked you and depended on you, died when you abandoned her and left for Breccon without a word! The Georgia Thorne standing before you now might still have a place for you in her heart, but only as her uncle. Even if you tell me you like me now, it’s completely useless!"
"For the Georgia who died, you’re six years too late. A withered tree can’t sprout new branches in spring, and you can’t bring a dead person back to life. So no matter what you want to say to get me to stay, the Georgia who died won’t hear it. Justin Sullivan, you’d better let go before I start to despise you!"
Georgia Thorne took a deep, deep breath. The hand in her pocket clenched into a tight fist.
As she spoke these words, her heart ached too, and her pain was no less than Justin Sullivan’s.
Because she was the one saying these words, personally severing ties with her own past.
"Justin Sullivan, from now on, let’s just be a normal uncle and niece when we see each other. I’ll respectfully call you ’uncle’."
"Georgia, do you have to be so cruel to yourself, and to me?" Justin Sullivan’s emotions flared.
Georgia just sat there, looking at him with ice-cold eyes. His forward steps faltered, as if all the strength had been drained from his body. "Georgia, I’ve liked you for a very long time!"
"I know this confession is coming very late, but at least give me a chance. Let’s start over, okay?" Justin Sullivan’s body trembled slightly, his face etched with a look of agony.
After all this time together, he had always put off telling Georgia Thorne he liked her, because she was still so young. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Undeniably, hearing Justin Sullivan’s confession, Georgia Thorne’s heart gave a fierce leap.
’It wasn’t unrequited love, but our relationship can never have a happy ending.’
"Starting over would change nothing!" Georgia Thorne stood up from the chair. "Justin Sullivan, I’ve said everything I wanted to say. The next time we meet, you really will just be my uncle!"
"Georgia!"
As Georgia Thorne walked past him, Justin Sullivan grabbed her wrist, his gaze pained as he looked at her. "Do you have to be so cruel to me?"
"You were the one who was cruel to me first!" Georgia Thorne slowly reached out and pried his fingers open. The sensation was like uprooting the feelings she had buried for so many years.
It was so painful she could barely breathe, yet also a relief.
For so many years, she had hidden him in her heart, living a sunless life like a thief. Only today could she finally breathe freely.
"Selena is a good person. As her good friend, I don’t want to see you let her down."
The hand she had pried open slowly clenched back into a hard fist as he watched Georgia Thorne’s retreating figure.
’I can’t accept this,’ he thought. ’If I can’t have Georgia Thorne, does that mean Elliot Sheridan can?’
The image of Elliot Sheridan holding Georgia Thorne replayed in his mind, over and over, until his head felt like it would explode, his heart filled with bitter resentment.
The weather was lovely in the morning, but by the afternoon, the sky had turned gloomy.
By the time Georgia Thorne rushed to the bus stop, the drizzle had turned into a torrential downpour.
A strong wind blew, carrying a chill that whipped against her body.
Georgia Thorne hadn’t brought an umbrella; she could only hope the bus would arrive soon.
After a few minutes of waiting, a tall, slender figure came to stand beside her.
Georgia Thorne didn’t look to see who it was, assuming it was just a stranger also waiting for the bus.
The next second, a warm jacket was draped over her shoulders, carrying an unfamiliar scent.
Georgia Thorne turned her head and saw Justin Sullivan standing at her side, his thin shirt already soaked by the blowing rain.
She immediately tried to take it off and give it back to him, but Justin Sullivan pressed down on her shoulders. "Georgia, you won’t even grant me this small connection?"
Georgia Thorne pulled her hands back. Justin Sullivan continued, "My car ran out of gas. I’ll take the bus with you."
"..."
Georgia Thorne didn’t answer, just averted her gaze.
The two of them waited for a short while before the bus arrived.
Some people got on, and some got off.
After Georgia Thorne boarded the bus, she handed the jacket back to him. "Thanks."
Justin Sullivan took it awkwardly. He didn’t want to say, "You’re welcome."
’Doing so would make them seem too much like strangers.’
Throughout the ride, Georgia Thorne didn’t say a word, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window.
Justin Sullivan, however, watched her, his gaze greedy. Her eyes, nose, lips, her exquisite profile—it was all being carved into the depths of his heart.
’I wish this bus would never stop.’
Little did he know, his profile was faintly reflected in the transparent window. As Georgia Thorne watched the scenery, she was also taking in his expression.
’Too late is too late. No matter how much he tries to make up for it now, he can’t fill the blank space of the past six years.’
’It’s like trying to glue a broken mirror back together. Even if you can use it, the reflection will never be whole.’
After a few hours on the bus, Georgia Thorne felt uncomfortable and got off in the city center.
Georgia Thorne turned around to see Justin Sullivan following her. "Can’t you be a little more nonchalant about this? Even I, a girl, am being perfectly detached!"
The weather in the suburbs was different from the city center. Here, the weather was fine, and the sun was even still hanging in the sky.
Justin Sullivan spoke slowly, "I want to see you get home safely with my own eyes."
Georgia Thorne felt helpless. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Justin Sullivan suddenly lunge toward her.
The suit jacket draped casually over his arm fell to the ground. His face was panicked. The roar of voices around her was deafening, and she couldn’t hear what he was saying at all. He had already rushed over, pulling her into his arms to shield her.
Georgia Thorne felt herself being yanked hard, and then she was sheltered in Justin Sullivan’s embrace.
The man’s breathing was heavy. A BUZZING filled Georgia Thorne’s head; her intuition told her something had just happened.
Justin Sullivan released his arms and immediately checked to see if she was hurt.
"Georgia, are you okay?" Justin Sullivan’s voice was filled with tension as he examined her carefully.
It was a thief, holding a folding knife. Justin Sullivan had thought the man was trying to hurt Georgia Thorne, which is why he’d rushed over so desperately.
Who knew that the thief had been after Georgia Thorne’s bag. While cutting the strap, he had also slashed a long, bloody gash across the back of Justin Sullivan’s hand.
It all happened so fast that Georgia Thorne hadn’t felt a thing.
She saw blood dripping continuously from the back of Justin Sullivan’s hand, running down his wrist, seeping into his sleeve, and dripping onto her own clothes.
Georgia Thorne’s face was panicked. She grabbed Justin Sullivan’s hand. "Justin Sullivan, your hand is hurt!"
"It’s just a small scratch, I’m fine!" Justin Sullivan even managed a smile, but tears suddenly streamed from Georgia Thorne’s eyes. "How can you be fine? Your hand is bleeding!"
Georgia Thorne nervously pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, temporarily wrapping the back of Justin Sullivan’s hand with it, and pulled him to hail a taxi to the nearest hospital.
Across the street, a black car was parked.
The car had been about to drive away, but Elliot Sheridan, in the back seat, had suddenly ordered it to stop.
The window rolled down, revealing Georgia Thorne and Justin Sullivan at the bus stop across the way.
The moment Justin Sullivan had pulled Georgia Thorne into his embrace, Owen Sawyer had instinctively glanced at the man in the rearview mirror.
