HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 244 Love, Don't Let Go

"Put on that watch."

After returning home from lunch, Kerston changed into a formal short-sleeved black shirt and casual pants, and it was obvious that he was going out to do something. When Nalilian, who was sitting on the sofa, saw this, she couldn't help but remind him.

Kerston, who was about to change his shoes, looked up at her.

This was the first time in the past few days that she had made demands on his attire.

"I gave you that last Christmas," Narilean added.

"Okay," Kersten turned and went to the room to get the watch.

Nalilian looked at his back.

His shoulders were originally straight and noble, and a year of physical training had made his shoulders broader, adding to that a slight sense of youthfulness that marked the transition from boy to adult.

It's really perfect.

Nalilian thought.

So why love her?

Why doesn't he continue to be perfect and make Mrs. Ender proud?

Nalilian slowly curled up on the sofa. When she thought of Mrs. Ender, despair swept over her like a wave, and she had to close her eyes and empty herself.

When Kersten took out the watch, he saw that Nalilian was sleeping on the sofa without even a thin blanket covering her.

That's how she treated herself when no one was watching.

Kerston walked over, looked down at her, reached out to brush the hair away from her ear, and kissed her, whispering, "It's your own choice."

He gave her the chance to give up.

It was her choice to continue.

Once that happens, he won't let go.

Nalilian frowned in her sleep.

*

Nearing evening, Nalilian woke up in her bed. She looked at the thin blanket covering herself and felt relieved when she thought about the peaceful day with Kerston.

In fact, this is quite good.

As long as she is not discovered by anyone and can maintain this state until the day she leaves this world, using that prop might be able to change Kerston's mind about her.

This way, she would not let Mrs. Ende down, and the original owner would also be able to live a good life after returning.

Thinking of this, Nalilian felt a little more relieved.

coo.

At this moment, an owl landed on her window.

When Nalilian saw it, she quickly stood up and walked over, but her fingers trembled when she saw the envelope it was holding.

It was written by Seth.

She took the letter, the strange owl flapped its wings and flew away, she opened the envelope -

"Let's meet, Lillian. You can decide the time and place. I'll wait for your reply. By Seth"

Looking at the letter, Nalilian was shocked and suspicious. She ran out with the letter. As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Kerston changing his shoes at the door with a paper bag.

He just came back.

Noticing her in the corridor, Kerston looked up at her, his brows slightly relaxed. "Dinner is salad and grilled meat."

Nalilian leaned over the railing and looked down at him, clutching the letter and demanding, "Did Sede know?"

Kerston was startled, then responded, "He was there that day."

Nalilian felt as if she was in an ice cellar. "Why don't you say it?"

Kersten didn't answer.

Nalilian couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "Did you still hide the letter that Seide sent me?"

If that were not the case, why would Seid have a strange owl deliver the letter instead of the one he had at home?

Kerston said this time, "Yes."

Hearing him speak so confidently, Nalilian took a deep breath and said, "Kersten Ende, do you know that your feelings are dirty and shameful? You should keep them hidden until you die?"

"If you must choose this kind of relationship, then don't be my brother and don't touch anything of mine!"

*

After receiving the letter, Narelle asked Cedric to meet her by Big Ben on the Thames.

It was already evening when she arrived by taxi. The afterglow fell on the sparkling river. She looked out the window at the endless stream of people along the river bank and thought of the waterfall that Seth had taken her to.

Some scenes are for two people to see, and some scenes are for witnessing the coming and going of cars and the flow of traffic.

After getting off the bus, Nalilian saw Cedric standing under the clock tower holding a glass of concentrated juice.

The wind blew his fluffy brown hair, and his eyes were stained with a little afterglow and a melancholy, making his already charming appearance even more eye-catching.

Nalilian hesitated.

The excuses I had prepared couldn't be brought out at all, and the mental preparation I had made completely collapsed.

How could she tell Said that she just wanted them to be fine and for everything to remain the same?

Nalilian watched Cedric until he looked up at her, meeting his gentle, sad, pitying gaze.

"Lillian," Cedric ran towards her.

Nalilian stood there unable to move until he hugged her.

"Forgive me," Cedric said, hugging her tightly and leaning on her shoulder, "I just figured it out today."

Why did he send Lillian letters every day, but she never replied to any of them?

She wasn't the type to avoid him to the point of not even replying his letters. There was only one possibility—

Kersten took her letter.

Nalilian leaned on his chest, and listening to his worried tone, her heart calmed down.

"Let's break up, Ced," she said, looking at the endless traffic on Westminster Bridge across the Thames.

As I said this, even though I didn't feel anything in my heart, tears fell from my eyes one by one, and my nose and lungs felt sore.

"Lillian," Cedric turned his head, took out a tissue and wiped away the tears on her face, and coaxed her, "Don't cry."

Nalilian pushed him away and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

"Did Kerston force you?" Cedric asked after she calmed down.

Nalilian looked at him, and Cedric looked at her seriously and worriedly. As long as she said yes, he could duel with Kerston.

She shook her head and clutched his clothes, "No, I volunteered."

She didn't want him to clash with Kersten.

Cedric remained silent for a long moment before he softly asked, "Why, Lillian?"

He has been avoiding, worrying, and not understanding——

Why would Lillian agree to Kerston.

She is not afraid of him.

"No, Ced..." Tears continued to well up in her eyes and Nalilian shook her head, unable to answer.

"Are you Exton? I mean love."

"Do not……"

"Then give me a reason, Lillian."

Hearing Cedric's almost disappointed tone, Nalilian shook her head and choked, "I'm sorry, Ced, I'm sorry..."

"Lillian!" Cedric grabbed her shoulders to stop her from running away. He looked at her sadly, "Tell me, do you really," he paused, with a pleading expression, "love me?"

"Ced," Nalilian cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, "I..."

"I've been wondering, Lillian," Cedric said, "whether that confession you made to me was simply out of pity for me."

He was so surprised that he didn't even think about it - did Lillian really love him?

"I feel bad that someone else is taking advantage of me. I'm afraid my feelings aren't reciprocated by you."

He should have thought of it earlier. Lillian likes to keep everything as it is. When anything happens, the first thing she thinks of is to conceal it and solve it without telling anyone. So is her agreement to his confession a comfort?

"Just like you promised Kerston this time."

He looked at her.

"No, Sede..." Nalilian shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"That's right," Cedric had seen through her feelings and felt sad and relieved.

"Lillian, you are truly heartless."

It is precisely because of sympathy, responsibility, friendship or family affection that she is so soft and quiet in their relationship, without any rejection or jealousy towards anyone who approaches her.

She felt no love for him or Kersten.

Cedric hugged her tightly as she cried, "I won't let go, Lillian."