Chapter 58: Getting married
Meanwhile, far from the chaos, Syres stood silently on the back deck, his gaze fixed on the endless sea. His hands were tucked gently into his pockets, and his body swayed ever so slightly with the wind. The breeze played with his black hair, tousling it effortlessly, making him look even more striking, as if carved from the very storm he stared into.
Hidden behind a pole, Eve watched him quietly. Her heart clenched tighter with each passing second, falling even more in love with the man who had told her over and over again how much he despised her. How cruel could fate be? If only she weren’t a Blackthorn. But then again, if she weren’t, would she have even met him? That thought alone twisted inside her like a blade.
She had grown up motherless, missing out on the warmth of a mother-daughter bond most of her friends had. And now, despite her family’s wealth, power, and influence, she couldn’t even have the one person her heart longed for most.
With a sigh, Eve glanced down at the message still glowing on her phone screen. She shut her eyes as the pain welled up again, this time sharper than before. Could she really move on from Syres? Could she marry someone else and live a life shadowed by regret?
Taking a deep breath, she whispered words of courage to herself. Just one more risk. One more try before she accepted her fate.
Stepping out from behind the pole, her heels tapped softly against the wooden floor as she slowly approached him. She stopped just two steps behind.
"What do you want?" Syres asked, his voice low and distant. He didn’t turn.
She wasn’t surprised. Somehow, he always sensed her presence before she made herself known. It used to startle her, but now she assumed he had simply grown used to her lingering, watching. Maybe he has learned the subtle signs that gave her away.
"I..." she began, but her voice faltered. She swallowed hard, then lifted her chin.
"I wanted to tell you something," she managed. At that, he finally turned around to face her, his brows lifting ever so slightly as their eyes met.
Her breath caught.