Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 42: Chapter 42
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Victor's brow furrowed. Was she... jealous?
He pushed open the door, stepped out, and caught her wrist.
"Elena Bennett, why did you say that at the press conference?" he demanded.
Elena wondered, 'So he thinks I shouldn't have mentioned his engagement to Annabelle? Since when did I ever get a say? Keep silent and I'm wrong; speak up and I'm wrong, too.'
Wrenching her wrist free despite the pain, she said, "You think I wanted to bring it up? I was tricked into that press conference—do you honestly believe I had any choice?"
She turned on her heel and strode away.
Victor watched her stubborn back, jaw clenched as a flare of anger climbed his chest, impossible to suppress.
Night had already fallen by the time Elena reached the house.
With no money for a cab, she had walked the entire way.
She arrived just as the family gathered in the dining room for supper.
Adaline smiled warmly. "Elena, you're back. Come have dinner."
Everyone seemed in good spirits; the Bennett Corporation's charitable donation had won universal praise, and the public outcry had abated.
Elena pressed her lips together. "You eat. I'm not hungry," she said softly.
Eyes lowered, she slipped into her bedroom.
Faces around the table fell at once.
Annabelle set down her chopsticks. "Elena walked all the way home and must be exhausted. I'll bring her some food."
Lawrence snapped, "Annie, don't go! She's wearing that face on purpose, acting like we bullied her when she's the one who won't appreciate anything."
Adaline sighed. "Elena never wanted to speak today. We took her to the press conference without warning; it's natural she feels resentful."
"I'm going to check on her anyway," Annabelle said. She filled a bowl with rice and dishes and headed to Elena's room.
Standing at the doorway, Annabelle called softly, "Elena, I brought you dinner."
Elena glanced at her. "Thanks, but I said I'm not eating."
"You can't skip meals," Annabelle coaxed. "You're so thin we worry ourselves sick. Eat a little, and you'll feel better."
Elena, sensing another of Annabelle's little schemes, wished only for her to leave.
She said, "Just put it on the desk."
Instead, Annabelle stepped right up with the bowl in her hands, smiling coaxingly. "Elena, I picked these dishes especially for you. Why won't you accept them? Please have a bite—don't harm your health by staying angry." She pushed the warm porcelain almost against Elena's chest.
She suddenly let go the very next second.
Crash! Porcelain slammed against the floor with a sharp report.
Annabelle cried out, "Ah... Elena, why are you doing this?"
At the noise, several people waiting outside burst through the door.
Adaline hurried over, asking, "Annie, what happened?" as she checked her daughter for injuries.
Annabelle stammered, tears trembling in her lashes, "Mom, I didn't mean it. I just wanted Elena to eat something so she wouldn't go to bed hungry.
But... but she's probably in a bad mood and swatted the bowl away. Please don't scold her—everything is my fault for showing up without warning."
Annabelle scrambled to gather the shards like a chastised child, and the sight made Julian's heart twist; he bent at once to steady her.
Julian said, "Annie, none of this is your fault."
Scowling at Elena, he strode over, seized her wrist, and flung her down in front of the scattered food.
"Eat every last bite of this," he ordered.
He pushed open the door, stepped out, and caught her wrist.
"Elena Bennett, why did you say that at the press conference?" he demanded.
Elena wondered, 'So he thinks I shouldn't have mentioned his engagement to Annabelle? Since when did I ever get a say? Keep silent and I'm wrong; speak up and I'm wrong, too.'
Wrenching her wrist free despite the pain, she said, "You think I wanted to bring it up? I was tricked into that press conference—do you honestly believe I had any choice?"
She turned on her heel and strode away.
Victor watched her stubborn back, jaw clenched as a flare of anger climbed his chest, impossible to suppress.
Night had already fallen by the time Elena reached the house.
With no money for a cab, she had walked the entire way.
She arrived just as the family gathered in the dining room for supper.
Adaline smiled warmly. "Elena, you're back. Come have dinner."
Everyone seemed in good spirits; the Bennett Corporation's charitable donation had won universal praise, and the public outcry had abated.
Elena pressed her lips together. "You eat. I'm not hungry," she said softly.
Eyes lowered, she slipped into her bedroom.
Faces around the table fell at once.
Annabelle set down her chopsticks. "Elena walked all the way home and must be exhausted. I'll bring her some food."
Lawrence snapped, "Annie, don't go! She's wearing that face on purpose, acting like we bullied her when she's the one who won't appreciate anything."
Adaline sighed. "Elena never wanted to speak today. We took her to the press conference without warning; it's natural she feels resentful."
"I'm going to check on her anyway," Annabelle said. She filled a bowl with rice and dishes and headed to Elena's room.
Standing at the doorway, Annabelle called softly, "Elena, I brought you dinner."
Elena glanced at her. "Thanks, but I said I'm not eating."
"You can't skip meals," Annabelle coaxed. "You're so thin we worry ourselves sick. Eat a little, and you'll feel better."
Elena, sensing another of Annabelle's little schemes, wished only for her to leave.
She said, "Just put it on the desk."
Instead, Annabelle stepped right up with the bowl in her hands, smiling coaxingly. "Elena, I picked these dishes especially for you. Why won't you accept them? Please have a bite—don't harm your health by staying angry." She pushed the warm porcelain almost against Elena's chest.
She suddenly let go the very next second.
Crash! Porcelain slammed against the floor with a sharp report.
Annabelle cried out, "Ah... Elena, why are you doing this?"
At the noise, several people waiting outside burst through the door.
Adaline hurried over, asking, "Annie, what happened?" as she checked her daughter for injuries.
Annabelle stammered, tears trembling in her lashes, "Mom, I didn't mean it. I just wanted Elena to eat something so she wouldn't go to bed hungry.
But... but she's probably in a bad mood and swatted the bowl away. Please don't scold her—everything is my fault for showing up without warning."
Annabelle scrambled to gather the shards like a chastised child, and the sight made Julian's heart twist; he bent at once to steady her.
Julian said, "Annie, none of this is your fault."
Scowling at Elena, he strode over, seized her wrist, and flung her down in front of the scattered food.
"Eat every last bite of this," he ordered.
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