Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Annabelle sprang up first. "Oh, Elena, I hadn't even taken the cup—how could you let go so soon?"
A shadow fell across them. Victor seized Elena's hand, lifted it to his lips and blew gently, then whipped out a tissue and dabbed away the tea with the lightest touch.
Annabelle's eyes reddened as she saw their fingers intertwined. She yanked Elena's hand away.
"Elena, your hand's all red! It's my fault—if I'd taken the cup earlier you wouldn't be hurt. Come to my room, I'll bandage it."
Without waiting for consent, she hauled Elena upstairs.
Julian had watched Victor's reflexive move.
As a man himself, he understood exactly what Victor was thinking.
He gave a cold snort. "Victor Whitmore, remember this: Annie is your fiancée. Whatever happens, you protect her—no excuses."
Victor rubbed his brow, irritation flickering. "I know."
Julian's voice sharpened. "You still haven't answered me."
Victor frowned, met his eyes, and after a pause said, "I'm sorry. I can't give you an exact date, but I'll do it as quickly as I can."
Julian seethed; the longer this dragged on, the more things could go wrong—and he could do nothing.
Upstairs
Annabelle swabbed disinfectant over Elena's hand. "My dear sister, consider this a small lesson. Don't even look at things that aren't meant for you."
She yanked the bandage tight enough to hurt, and Elena's brow creased.
Elena pulled her hand free. "Since Victor walked in, I haven't once looked at him on my own. One accidental touch and you lose control. Annabelle, what exactly are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid!" Annabelle shouted.
Elena's smile turned mocking. "You think getting rid of me will guarantee you entry into the Whitmore family? No. You'll never marry in—ever."
Annabelle stared, stunned that Elena dared provoke her.
Elena's smile deepened. "Guess what—if I changed my mind right now, do you think he'd agree to reinstate our engagement?"
Annabelle's eyes flew wide. She whipped her hand up, ready to slap Elena across the face. "Keep dreaming!" she shouted.
Elena seized Annabelle's wrist with calm, unhurried strength, then smiled and said, "Annabelle Bennett, I'm going to take every single thing you cherish. Since Victor Whitmore is the love of your life, I'll begin with him. I want you to taste what it feels like to lose absolutely everything."
Annabelle stared into that razor-sharp gaze and, to her own shock, felt a ripple of fear. Furious with herself for flinching, she shoved Elena hard and snapped, "Elena Bennett, stop dreaming. Victor doesn't love you. You'll never steal him away. Only I—the Bennett family's true-born eldest daughter—deserve him!"
Elena's lips curved in an easy, almost breezy smile. "I know he doesn't love me. Surely you don't think I'm still foolish enough to pine for romance."
She tipped her chin toward the terrace below. "But tell me—will Victor Whitmore marry me for his grandfather's sake?" She turned to the window; outside, Victor stood on the first-floor terrace, smoking.
Annabelle followed Elena's gaze. "What are you up to?"
Elena arched an eyebrow. "Just testing the answer."
A shadow fell across them. Victor seized Elena's hand, lifted it to his lips and blew gently, then whipped out a tissue and dabbed away the tea with the lightest touch.
Annabelle's eyes reddened as she saw their fingers intertwined. She yanked Elena's hand away.
"Elena, your hand's all red! It's my fault—if I'd taken the cup earlier you wouldn't be hurt. Come to my room, I'll bandage it."
Without waiting for consent, she hauled Elena upstairs.
Julian had watched Victor's reflexive move.
As a man himself, he understood exactly what Victor was thinking.
He gave a cold snort. "Victor Whitmore, remember this: Annie is your fiancée. Whatever happens, you protect her—no excuses."
Victor rubbed his brow, irritation flickering. "I know."
Julian's voice sharpened. "You still haven't answered me."
Victor frowned, met his eyes, and after a pause said, "I'm sorry. I can't give you an exact date, but I'll do it as quickly as I can."
Julian seethed; the longer this dragged on, the more things could go wrong—and he could do nothing.
Upstairs
Annabelle swabbed disinfectant over Elena's hand. "My dear sister, consider this a small lesson. Don't even look at things that aren't meant for you."
She yanked the bandage tight enough to hurt, and Elena's brow creased.
Elena pulled her hand free. "Since Victor walked in, I haven't once looked at him on my own. One accidental touch and you lose control. Annabelle, what exactly are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid!" Annabelle shouted.
Elena's smile turned mocking. "You think getting rid of me will guarantee you entry into the Whitmore family? No. You'll never marry in—ever."
Annabelle stared, stunned that Elena dared provoke her.
Elena's smile deepened. "Guess what—if I changed my mind right now, do you think he'd agree to reinstate our engagement?"
Annabelle's eyes flew wide. She whipped her hand up, ready to slap Elena across the face. "Keep dreaming!" she shouted.
Elena seized Annabelle's wrist with calm, unhurried strength, then smiled and said, "Annabelle Bennett, I'm going to take every single thing you cherish. Since Victor Whitmore is the love of your life, I'll begin with him. I want you to taste what it feels like to lose absolutely everything."
Annabelle stared into that razor-sharp gaze and, to her own shock, felt a ripple of fear. Furious with herself for flinching, she shoved Elena hard and snapped, "Elena Bennett, stop dreaming. Victor doesn't love you. You'll never steal him away. Only I—the Bennett family's true-born eldest daughter—deserve him!"
Elena's lips curved in an easy, almost breezy smile. "I know he doesn't love me. Surely you don't think I'm still foolish enough to pine for romance."
She tipped her chin toward the terrace below. "But tell me—will Victor Whitmore marry me for his grandfather's sake?" She turned to the window; outside, Victor stood on the first-floor terrace, smoking.
Annabelle followed Elena's gaze. "What are you up to?"
Elena arched an eyebrow. "Just testing the answer."
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