Too Late to Love Her Right

Chapter 12 The Good Times We Had Means Nothing

　　Her eyes, filled with hope, felt like blades cutting into him-slow, relentless, and painful.

　　Carlos stared at Fiona, doing everything he could to keep the jealousy burning inside him under control. "Anything but that."

　　"I'm only asking for this one thing," she said softly.

　　"No chance."

　　Anything related to Bruce-he didn't even want Fiona near it. No room for negotiation.

　　He shoved her aside and turned to leave. But Fiona rushed up behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her voice trembling as she pleaded,

　　"Carlos, just give me one day, okay? Just one day, and I'll come back to you. After that, whatever you ask me to do, I'll listen."

　　"If you don't care about my body, then at least... for the sake of the good times we had... please..."

　　"Please, Carlos..."

　　Carlos froze, her small hands clinging to his waist, her head pressed against his back, tears running down her face. His chest tightened, like someone dug in a knife and twisted.

　　Fiona... our memories... you're really gonna use those as a bargaining chip?

　　Just to see a man that's already dead?

　　How much did you love him?

　　How little do you care about me?

　　"Fiona," he said through gritted teeth, his voice icy and sharp, "what makes you think I'd do anything for the past we shared when we were young?"

　　Her fingers stopped moving, stuck in place.

　　One by one, Carlos peeled her hands off him, gaze hard and cold. He turned and looked her square in the eyes.

　　"The past you gave me meant absolutely nothing."

　　Fiona's face turned ghost-white. "Nothing... at all?"

　　"Yeah. Not a damn thing."

　　He repeated it like it meant nothing to him and then walked away without so much as a second glance.

　　Fiona stood frozen, eyes locked on his fading figure disappearing through the doorway. Then she shut her eyes, crushed.

　　Tears slid silently down her cheeks. She crouched to the ground, hugging herself tightly.

　　"Carlie, how could you be so cruel? That was the most precious thing I held dear in my heart..."

　　Carlos turned the corner outside the room and shut the door behind him.He suddenly swung a punch at the white wall with all his might.

　　A sharp c***k echoed-his knuckles split open, blood dripping down.

　　"Mr. Morton!" Several bodyguards rushed over in a panic.

　　"Stay out of it!"

　　Carlos kept punching like mad until he finally began to calm down.

　　About ten minutes later, Ryan was dragged in by a few men clad in black. They tossed him to the floor, and he landed hard, sitting there in a mess.

　　Carlos cast a cold glance his way-just one look, and Ryan felt like someone had poured ice water down his spine.

　　Carlos gave a slight smirk and lit up a cigarette.

　　"So, tell me-where exactly were you planning to take Fiona?"

　　Ryan's face flushed red with anger, but he bit down hard, saying nothing.

　　Carlos casually pressed the glowing tip of the cigarette onto the back of Ryan's hand.

　　"Aahh-!" Ryan screamed in agony, his entire body shaking.

　　Carlos's lips curled into a cruel sneer as he blew out a trail of smoke.

　　"My woman isn't someone you can just walk off with. I'm letting you go this time for her sake-but if it happens again, I'll make sure you don't leave alive."

　　Then Ryan was dragged away and thrown out.

　　No one noticed that moments after Ryan pulled onto the airport expressway, a speeding black Maybach SUV came right at him-without slowing.

　　Later that night, Carlos quietly pushed open the bedroom door. He saw Fiona curled up in a small ball on the edge of the bed, out cold. For a brief second, his eyes softened a little.

　　Walking over lightly, he gently pulled her into his arms-no force, just quietly holding her. For once, he felt... peace.

　　How long had it been since he'd felt like this? No-he never had, not really. They were always so close, yet too far, trapped in a loop of chaos day and night.

　　Just this-peacefully sleeping together-was something he'd tried and failed to have for so long.

　　But she didn't seem to be sleeping well. Though quiet in his arms, her brows stayed furrowed, like something still haunted her in her dreams.

　　And then, barely a whisper in her sleep-

　　"Carlos... please, just let me go..."

　　Something inside him tore open.

　　So, this is how badly she wanted to leave him?

　　Even in dreams, she was begging to escape.

　　"No way, Fiona," he murmured softly, arms tightening around her.

　　"In this life, I'm never letting you go."