Chapter 49: You’re Offering Me Your Bad Luck!
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Ocean waves crashed against the shore, a breathtaking panorama of sky and sea. Amy had been here for days, her initial anxiety gradually fading into a serene calm, achieved simply by watching the ocean at night. Her intense admiration for Hanson had been replaced by a simple truth: the end of love is often trouble; solitude is preferable!
It wasn’t exactly heartbreak; it was more like the crushing disappoin
of a three–year, deeply `invested fandom, discovering their idol’s true nature–or rather, that their idealized image was entirely false. After navigating various emotional stages, Amy felt a profound emptiness…and a
strange peace.
She should talk to Hanson. Thinking about the breakup, her lies, the bet…gave her a headache. She no longer cared about his reaction. It made sense why fans preferred to keep their distance from their idols‘ private lives. Close proximity often leads to disillusionment. She planned one last day of relaxation before returning to San Francisco, ending things with Hanson. The decision brought a sense of relief. This whole mess was self–inflicted! Unfortunately, her peaceful day was interrupted. Hanson arrived.
“Amy!”
Hanson, in a crisp white shirt, his usually pale face shadowed with dark circles under his eyes, his hair tousled by the sea breeze, his pain–filled eyes brimming with suppressed affection. He ran towards her, intending to embrace her, but Amy stepped back, avoiding his touch. Hanson froze, hurt flashing across his face.
“Amy, don’t run away. It’s dangerous for a girl to be alone. You know how worried I am! What’s wrong? Let’s fix it together.”
“Hanson, let’s break up.” Amy, who’d been hesitant during her secret crush, was decisive now.
A fleeting shadow darkened Hanson’s eyes. He hadn’t anticipated this; Vivian’s problems, and Amy’s defiance, had complicated things.
“Why? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change.”
Amy felt a pang of sympathy witnessing Hanson’s pleading. She’d always seen him as proud, never bowing his head.
“I thought I was in love with you, but…” she searched for the right words. “It’s more of friendship.”
“I must have done something to upset you. I’ll fix it. Amy, don’t leave me. I can endure the darkness without seeing the light, but you’ve pulled me out, and now you’re pushing me back into the abyss?”
Hanson collapsed onto the sand, his despairing posture evoking the melancholic image Amy had found irresistible. Whenever he looked this way, she’d wanted to give him everything. At school, if Hanson was struggling, he didn’t need words; a melancholic gaze towards the sky was enough to prompt Amy to find a solution.
Amy, I was aimless before. Now I have a goal; I want to give you the best things in the world. But you don’t want me anymore. Amy, I’d give you my life!”
Amy’s throat tightened. Guilt and sympathy warred within her; she felt like a criminal, hurting Hanson’s pure heart.
You say you’d give her your life, but your life isn’t good. Why offer her something bad?”
Chapter 49: You’re Offering Me Your…
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A clear voice cut through the dramatic scene. Lily and John approached, flanked by several bodyguards and a line of cars. This beach wasn’t usually deserted, which explained why she’d felt something was off earlier it was completely empty! Amy finally understood. Lily had completely taken over the beach! She’d paid for it herself; mentioning it to John, she learned it was a private area owned by the Janson Group. This aside, the import stage for Hanson. Seeing Hanson’s flight to Boston, Lily knew he’d ; listening for a while; older people couldn’t tolerate overly saccharine young love. The “give you my life”
part was particularly unbearable. John smirked, remembering his own clumsy attempts at romance in the past, only mastering the art of sincerity after years of practice.
He glanced at Hanson, his contempt evident. The young man was far from accomplished.
Hanson felt a chill. He’d been seen through. His innermost thoughts, his poor acting, his desires…cold sweat beaded on his brow.
“Hanson, I’m sorry. I lied. The switched children story was a test.” Seeing Lily’s encouraging gaze, Amy found the courage to confess.
“Amy, I don’t blame you. Your suspicion was right. My family is…a mess…” Hanson couldn’t continue, overcome with apparent anguish.
John interrupted, unwilling to witness the display. He asked his daughter, “Do you still like him?” A He hadn’t looked at Hanson since the initial glance; he wasn’t even remotely impressed. He could easily dismiss him with a single word. If it weren’t for Lily’s concern for Amy’s feelings, he would have dealt with Hanson and Vivian long ago.
“No, I don’t.” Her recent calm had clarified her feelings. Reflecting on their past, she realized her image of Hanson had been entirely self–constructed. Her disappointment stemmed not from Hanson, but from her own misconceptions.
Dad, I don’t like him, but I hope he’ll be okay.”
“Has Vivian contacted you recently?” John’s abrupt change of subject startled Amy.“No. I took out my SIM card.” She noticed his sudden stiffness.
“Look at this, then decide if you still want him to be okay.” John handed her a file. Amy instinctively took it, but before she opened it, Hanson collapsed, staring blankly. Something occurred to her; she quickly opened the file.
