Chapter 19
“Aren’t you going to put a bandage on me?“0
Whitfield blinked, his gaze lingering on the gentle curve of Lynne’s lips. He finally snapped out of his daze.
“We need to disinfect it first.“W
The fact that Whitfield loved Lynne had always been his most carefully guarded secret.
He hadn’t attended her wedding. Instead, he wandered from city to city across the world, quietly collecting rare treasures for her.
Later, he anonymously donated those treasures to Lynne’s studio.
He never told a soul. He never let Lynne find out.
His love was cautious and tender.
Lynne could walk just fine, but Whitfield insisted on carrying her.
She noticed the subtle smile tugging at his lips.
Balfour reached the entrance to the banquet hall only to find the party had already ended.
He pretended to be a guest who had just left, claiming he’d forgotten something inside and needed to go back for it.”
The staff hesitated, uncertain. He might have been blind, but everything about his appearance–his tailored suit, his polished shoes–spoke of privilege. After a moment’s pause, they seemed ready to let him in.
But just then, the doors swung open from the inside.
Whitfield emerged, cradling Lynne in his arms.
Balfour, about to step forward, froze. It was as if some silent force held him in place.}
“Mr. Tobin, your car keys.”
“Thank you.“”
Whitfield’s entire focus was on Lynne. He smiled as he took the keys, ready to head for the door.
“Lynne!”
Balfour’s voice rang out suddenly. Even he didn’t know why her name burst from his lips.
His vision was a blur–shadows and shapes, nothing more–but something told him she was there.}
Lynne’s mind went blank, as if struck by a thunderclap.
She never imagined Balfour would show up here.}
Whitfield’s arms tightened protectively around her.
She’d only recently come to understand his feelings for her. There were still so many things he hadn’t told her, so many secrets he kept locked away. And now, out of nowhere, Balfour appeared.}
Just thinking about what Balfour had done to Lynne in the past made Whitfield’s blood boil.
He lowered Lynne gently to the ground, his face darkening as he strode toward Balfour. Before Balfour could react, Whitfield landed a sharp punch to his face.
“You bastard! Who the hell gave you the right to call her name?“W
“Whitfield!” Lynne blurted out instinctively.
Balfour, stunned by the blow, heard Lynne’s voice through the confusion.
He turned desperately toward the sound, frustrated by his inability to see her face. Tears slid down his cheeks. “L–Lynne… is it really you? You’re alive!*%
Only then did Whitfield realize something was off.
He waved a hand in front of Balfour’s eyes. Balfour didn’t even flinch
A cold laugh escaped Whitfield. “Well, would you look at that–divine justice. The bastard’s blind.”
Lynne glanced at Balfour, startled E
She watched as he struggled to find her, unable to meet her gaze, and she knew it was true.
Balfour really couldn’t see.!!
Lynne stepped forward calmly, took Whitfield’s hand, and brushed the dust from his trousers. “Hitting him with your fist–don’t you know every action has an equal and opposite reaction?”
Whitfield grinned, eyes fixed on Lynne. “He deserves it. Scum like him? I’d punch him every time I see him.“N
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