Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 140: Chapter 140
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Simon's chest gave a sharp, needling throb, as if the pain were stitched to the scar across his sternum.
'She's truly forgotten. Elena Bennett, I repaid that life-saving debt out in the western region long ago, yet you forgot—even forgot me,' he thought.
"I know Young Master Whitmore isn't exactly a saint. What is it you want from me?" Elena asked.
Simon lowered his lashes, fingers tapping an unhurried rhythm on the arm of the sofa.
After a long pause he curved his lips in a cool, distant smile. "Your analysis is right. I do have a purpose for treating you well. Since you've asked so plainly, I'll answer just as plainly."
He leaned forward, gaze burning. "I want you—your body, and your heart."
Elena's heart gave a violent jump.
Ever since their first meeting at Sir Whitmore's banquet she had suspected he might be interested in her, yet facing the possessive heat in his eyes still sent a tremor of fear through her.
A playful curl tugged at Simon's lips.
"Scared?" he asked.
Elena pressed her lips together. "I'll agree."
Simon's brow lifted.
"I'll join the Whitmore Group," she continued, "but I'll still need your help untangling everything between me and the Bennett family."
Simon's smile deepened, though a thread of frost lingered in his eyes. "No problem. What I can give you is far beyond what you imagine."
A shiver started in Elena's chest; she knew what might come next.
Suddenly she rose, fumbling at the buttons of her blouse, her fingers shaking uncontrollably.
Watching her feign calm despite obvious terror, Simon felt a rush of tangled emotions.
He strode over and clamped her wrist. "Enough. With all those injuries, do you really think I'm counting on you to please me?"
His voice carried a flicker of anger, leaving Elena bewildered.
She lowered her head. "Sorry. I'll get my body back to health as soon as I can."
Seeing her timid, self-effacing stance, Simon was seized by a mixture of frustration and pity.
"Get back to bed," he ordered.
Elena murmured, "Alright."
A few days later, Elena received a call from her mother.
"Elena, are your injuries any better?" Adaline's voice flowed like warm water, full of concern.
"I'm fine," Elena replied coolly. "So, Mom, who are you planning to have beat me up this time?"
Adaline choked. "Elena, how can you say that? It hurt me, too, when your brother hit you."
"But you just stood there and watched," Elena shot back.
Adaline fell silent for a moment, then said into the phone, "Elena... I'm sorry. I called today specifically to apologize, and I'd like to invite you home for a meal. Would you please come back?"
"I've already told you—my connection to the Bennett family is over."
Adaline pleaded, "Elena, I know you're just angry. Annie and your brother aren't home today—it's only the three of us. Come back and share a proper meal with us, all right?"
"Ever since you were released, we haven't sat around the table even once. I know you hate us and want to cut ties, but at least let the family eat together one last time."
On the other end of the line, Adaline broke into tears mid-sentence.
Elena thought that with Annabelle gone, she might finally convince them to hand over the household registration booklet.
After considering, Elena agreed. "Fine, I'll come home."
"Wonderful—Mom will be waiting!"
When Elena arrived, Adaline was indeed standing at the gate waiting for her.
'She's truly forgotten. Elena Bennett, I repaid that life-saving debt out in the western region long ago, yet you forgot—even forgot me,' he thought.
"I know Young Master Whitmore isn't exactly a saint. What is it you want from me?" Elena asked.
Simon lowered his lashes, fingers tapping an unhurried rhythm on the arm of the sofa.
After a long pause he curved his lips in a cool, distant smile. "Your analysis is right. I do have a purpose for treating you well. Since you've asked so plainly, I'll answer just as plainly."
He leaned forward, gaze burning. "I want you—your body, and your heart."
Elena's heart gave a violent jump.
Ever since their first meeting at Sir Whitmore's banquet she had suspected he might be interested in her, yet facing the possessive heat in his eyes still sent a tremor of fear through her.
A playful curl tugged at Simon's lips.
"Scared?" he asked.
Elena pressed her lips together. "I'll agree."
Simon's brow lifted.
"I'll join the Whitmore Group," she continued, "but I'll still need your help untangling everything between me and the Bennett family."
Simon's smile deepened, though a thread of frost lingered in his eyes. "No problem. What I can give you is far beyond what you imagine."
A shiver started in Elena's chest; she knew what might come next.
Suddenly she rose, fumbling at the buttons of her blouse, her fingers shaking uncontrollably.
Watching her feign calm despite obvious terror, Simon felt a rush of tangled emotions.
He strode over and clamped her wrist. "Enough. With all those injuries, do you really think I'm counting on you to please me?"
His voice carried a flicker of anger, leaving Elena bewildered.
She lowered her head. "Sorry. I'll get my body back to health as soon as I can."
Seeing her timid, self-effacing stance, Simon was seized by a mixture of frustration and pity.
"Get back to bed," he ordered.
Elena murmured, "Alright."
A few days later, Elena received a call from her mother.
"Elena, are your injuries any better?" Adaline's voice flowed like warm water, full of concern.
"I'm fine," Elena replied coolly. "So, Mom, who are you planning to have beat me up this time?"
Adaline choked. "Elena, how can you say that? It hurt me, too, when your brother hit you."
"But you just stood there and watched," Elena shot back.
Adaline fell silent for a moment, then said into the phone, "Elena... I'm sorry. I called today specifically to apologize, and I'd like to invite you home for a meal. Would you please come back?"
"I've already told you—my connection to the Bennett family is over."
Adaline pleaded, "Elena, I know you're just angry. Annie and your brother aren't home today—it's only the three of us. Come back and share a proper meal with us, all right?"
"Ever since you were released, we haven't sat around the table even once. I know you hate us and want to cut ties, but at least let the family eat together one last time."
On the other end of the line, Adaline broke into tears mid-sentence.
Elena thought that with Annabelle gone, she might finally convince them to hand over the household registration booklet.
After considering, Elena agreed. "Fine, I'll come home."
"Wonderful—Mom will be waiting!"
When Elena arrived, Adaline was indeed standing at the gate waiting for her.
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