The two didn’t take the elevator; they walked up the stairs instead.
Dianna Hollis followed behind the man, watching him. He had one hand in his pocket, shoulders broad, his back rugged, providing a deep sense of security to those around him.
"Mort Thorne, why did you leave three years ago?" Dianna asked softly.
It was the first ti she asked why he left her three years ago.
Mort Thorne paused, turned to look at her, and after a mont of silence, he said lowly, "Three years ago, I received orders from above, so I had to leave. Staying would only have brought danger to you."
"You know, I’m not afraid of danger."
"But, I am. Dianna, I can’t afford to give you the future you want because I don’t even know where my future lies."
Dianna’s gaze fell on the red string around his neck, which also held a diamond ring, "The ring... did you buy it for ?"
Mort Thorne looked at her without speaking.
Dianna insisted, "Mort, I have the right to know."
Mort Thorne pressed his thin lips together and then nodded, "Yeah... Three years ago, you ntioned you wanted to get married?"
Indeed.
The diamond ring was bought for her, perhaps three years ago he had already planned how to propose to her.
"Dianna, I’m sorry, to you, I am an extrely selfish person. Throughout these years, I’ve gotten used to walking alone in the dark, enduring everything. But then, I t you, encountered the light, and reached out, began to crave."
"Ti and again, I wanted to have you, wanted to walk with you in the sunlight, even the world’s most extravagant happiness seed within my grasp, but reality... struck over and over, making leave you."
"Dianna, the path I’m walking now, I have never regretted it for even a second. It remains my most sincere passion, my most loyal faith. I love my country, but I can’t have both the country and you. The country resides in my heart, you rest in my hand, I can only choose my heart, bear the pain to let you go, and abandon myself."
Country and her, he repeatedly chose the forr, for it is his duty, his pursued belief.
But in giving up on her, he was also giving up on himself.
Dianna looked at him, a person with such great love; all hardships and adversities turn into the sharpest sword, the first persistence, the purest faith, so he walks farther than anyone.
Such a person is soone to look up to.
Thus, he captivated many noble young won and wives; they couldn’t exactly say why he was so good, as although this handso façade, strong physique, are common in the worldly red dust, it’s not enough to be captivating.
Why he attracted Mort Thorne is because he bore a light, walking the path of forward montum, under the sun, braving the wind and frost, shining brightly.
Dianna stepped forward, using her small hands to wrap around his firm waist, pressing her small face against his heart, his strong pulsating heart giving her a sense of safety. "I understand, Mort, it’s okay, perhaps I blad you in the past, but now I no longer bla you."
Mort Thorne lowered his eyes, most afraid she would bla him, she was the only one he owed in this world.
When he reopened his eyes, his gaze had returned to calmness, unwavering.
"Co, I’ll take you out, you should go, staying here is dangerous." Mort took Dianna’s small hand, leading her away.
...
Outside the underground palace was a private car, ready to pick up Dianna.
Mort Thorne did not go out but stood in the shadows, letting go of her soft little hand, "Get in the car."
Dianna looked at him, smiling with curved eyes, "Then I’m leaving."
Mort Thorne nodded, "Yeah."
Dianna got in the car, lowered the rear window, waved her small hand at him, and then the luxury car sped away.
She left.
Mort Thorne watched the luxury car disappear from sight, vanish in the depths of the bustling night scene.
Hands in pockets, he did not leave, standing for a long ti, his dark lashes drooping, suddenly feeling empty inside.
With her departure, his entire heart felt vacant.
Actually, earlier, he wanted to go out.
To see her off.
To open the rear car door for her, bend down and kiss her forehead, stand with her in the sunlight embracing.
But he couldn’t.
Mort Thorne raised his handso eyes, it was raining outside, light drizzles falling.
It was deep autumn now, an autumn rain bringing coolness, especially at night, where the temperature was particularly cold. Mort stood under the deserted corridor, his black shirt blown by the cold wind, making gurgling sounds, adding a hint of solitude to his tall and sturdy figure.
The rain poured even harder, he didn’t know how long he stood, and then he turned to go inside.
He had just taken a step when a soft voice suddenly reached his ears, "Hey, Mort Thorne."
Mort Thorne’s steps froze, swiftly turning back.
The luxury car had returned, Dianna stood under the steps, in the rain, raising her small head with wet but bright eyes looking at him, gazing right into his depths.
She ca back.
She actually ca back!
Mort Thorne’s handso features suddenly hardened, his proud long legs took fierce steps to co before her, "You little rascal, itching for a beating, huh?"
Her black dress was entirely soaked.
He reached out his broad palm, clasping her slender wrist, forcefully pulling her up to stand in the corridor.
One corridor wall separated the wind and rain-ridden world outside, this place wasn’t very warm, but warmth was everywhere.
Mort Thorne pushed her against the wall, looking at her soaking dress, lowered his voice to scold, "Why did you co back, thought getting drenched was fun?"
Dianna lifted her eyes to look at him, "I watched you the entire ti in the car, you didn’t leave."
"Can’t I just let the wind blow?"
"..."
He raised his hand and took off his black shirt, commanding her impatiently, "Take off your dress and wear my shirt, later inside the car, get the driver to turn on the heat, if you dare to catch a cold, see how I’ll handle you!"
He quickly took off his black shirt, leaving only a white vest on.
The white vest was very cheap, but the well-defined chest and developed muscles underneath made him look rugged and coarse, bursting with masculine charm.
Seeing she had not moved, his valiant brows furrowed, "Dawdling what, want to take it off for you?"
Dianna’s small face flushed red; this was the corridor. Although they hid in a secluded corner, people could still pass by.
"I’m afraid of people seeing." She extended her small hand to push against his firm chest, speaking softly.
"Anyone who dares to look, I’ll cripple them."
"..."
Mort Thorne reached out with both broad hands to her neckline, pulling it apart, with a ripping sound, her dress was torn in two.
The icy skin suddenly t with coldness, Dianna exclaid lightly, diving straight into his embrace.
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