Love Story3 Chapter 1
Love Story3–Chapter 1
“I booked a room upstairs; whoever loses this round has to take someone up with them.”
And the loser was Eden Robinson.
Everyone surrounded Eden, teasing him, and he decisively grabbed my hand and headed outside.
“Of course, I’ll choose my wife!”
Eden proudly took me upstairs, but around the corner, we ran into his first love.
gn, can we talk?” I saw the emotions flicker in his eyes.
“Rita, you… wait for me at home.”
In front of his first love, he always struggled to control his emotions.
I turned and walked away; I didn’t know if they went into that room, nor did I want to know.
I spent three hours outside, then dialed a number.
“Does what you said about marrying me still count?”
“Have you thought it through? What are your requirements?”
“The sooner, the better.”
I thought Lewis Titus wouldn’t answer my call at such a late hour.
“I’ve signed the marriage agreement; I’ll send it to you tomorrow. Once you sign it, I’ll have someone bring you back.”
“Okay.”
I didn’t expect my marriage to end so absurdly.
After hanging up, I remained in a daze for a long time.
Bthe time I returned home to Eden, it was already the next day.
To my surprise, Eden was already back.
He was sitting on the sofa, bleary–eyed.
Seeing me come back, he rushed over and hugged me tightly.
“Rita… why did you come back so late?”
“I called you, but you didn’t answer. Are you angry?”
“Honey, I missed you so much; please don’t ignore me.”
Eden’s voice was filled with grievance and guilt as he clung to my neck, acting spoiled.
I stood there, unsure of what to do.
“Honey, I was just catching up with her. We sat outside all night; I was freezing to death.”
Eden’was indeed a bit cold.
“It’s all her fault for insisting on reminiscing, making my wife angry.”
Eden wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, looking heartbroken.
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Photos, Lies, and Fire
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Love Story3 Chapter 1
I looked him but felt somewhat whausted.
“Take a shower first; don’t catch a c4”
Eden smiled as he undressed,
“As long as you’re not angry, W’s my fault, it won’t happen ***in
Eden kept reassuring me
I took off my coat, feeling a bit dazed,
My phone buzzed; it was a text from Lewis Tinus.
kage tracking number.
I hesitated and typed a line. What about the marriage…
“Wife, do you want to join me? I’m waiting for you”
1 looked up, and Eden was already walking inside,
On Eden’s back were several clear scratch marks.
The ambiguous traces struck my eyes,
My head buzzed as if the world was spinning, making me feel namom.
In the end, I only replied to Lewis Titus with a simple: Okay,
I sat on the bed, my fingertips digging into my flesh, the pain in my palm keeping me rational,
So, what Eden said about sitting outside all night… was indeed true.
Eden was a talented artist, rare and exceptional
Hooked at the paintings scattered around the room, recalling how he admitted in front of the medbe
“Rita is my only source of inspiration, without Rita, my hands couldn’t create anything”
From then on, we were recognized as a model couple in front of everyone.
Looking back, it seems ridiculous,
I tore the hanging paintings into shreds.
When Eden came out, he bumped into me.
He gently hugged me from behind.
“Feel free to vent; tomorrow, I’ll paint something that satisfies you even more.”
“Buzz…”
Eden’s phone rang; it was his first love.
Elma Wallace.
Eden Robinson decisively hung up, lifted my hand, and affectionately kissed it.
Just then, a second call came in
This time, it was his brother.
Eden began to grow impatient.
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“Hello”
“Bro, you… you need to come quickly, Elma…”
I told you I’m spending the day with my wife! Can’t you understand plain English? Get lost!”
I withdrew my hand, disgusted, and wiped it behind me.
“But bro… Elma, she’s being targeted by a few guys, we…..….. we..…..”
I watched as Eden’s anger instantly dissipated.
What replaced it was the worry in his eyes.
na’s screams echoed through the phone.
Eden couldn’t care less about anything else and turned to run outside.
“Don’t hang up! I’ll be there soon!”
He was only wearing a t–shirt, ignoring the sub–zero temperatures outside.
He left without a second thought.
Hooked up and continued tearing the paintings off the wall.
After venting my frustration, I organized my luggage.
I didn’t answer Eden’s calls.
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