After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 25 - 26

After returning to the country, Julian Lancaster returned to Uncle Shaw’s tombstone. He gently brushed away the dust on the stone, sitting in frustration beside it.

"Julian, I know your personality, so listen to me carefully. I absolutely forbid you to go and find Clara again. Clara surely has her own life now, don’t pressure her anymore. Only if you promise me this can I pass on in peace..."

In his final moments, Uncle Shaw held his hand, pleading with him not to seek me out again. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"I’m sorry, Uncle Shaw, I... went to find her. I am really foolish, but I can’t live without her..."

"She doesn’t need me anymore, Uncle Shaw..."

"I was really wrong, how can I make up for my mistake?"

...

The sky was overcast, and as he looked up, a few raindrops splashed on his face. He seemed to remember a rainy day long ago when, to please Serena Sullivan, he threw the portfolio I designed into the rain.

Serena said, "Clara, your design concept is life, how can you use dried flowers? Maybe if you water it, it will come to life. Only things that come to life can be called ’life’, right?"

What did I say then? Julian recalled, but he could only remember my hair, drenched by the heavy rain, clinging in strands by my ears, raindrops dripping down my nose, and my lips pressed tightly together.

Just standing in the rain, silently watching my hard work being destroyed.

Yes, silently. I didn’t say a word.

Then he remembered that in fact, I hadn’t spoken properly to him in a long time.

...

Coming out of the graveyard, Julian Lancaster disconsolately returned to the car. He opened the car door, only to see someone sitting in the passenger seat.

Serena Sullivan was leaning there, holding an invitation in her hand. Hearing the door open, she turned her head.

Julian grabbed her hair and yanked her down.

"Do you know what this place is? How dare you come here?"

Serena, pained by the pull, still struggled to speak.

"It’s not my fault about Uncle Shaw, it’s Caleb Crawford, can’t we talk about this properly?"

Julian found it somewhat laughable, "Caleb Crawford? Can you really dissociate yourself from him? I haven’t even confronted you about your affair with him, and you dare to come here with me?"

This was the graveyard, and those coming to pay respects nearby more or less recognized that this man was the current president of Aethel Group.

Looking at the woman with eyes almost bursting with anger in his hand, her former gentle charm had turned into an unsightly visage. He suddenly let go, and Serena Sullivan fell to the ground.

She coughed violently on the ground, yet still raised that engagement invitation, as if flaunting it.

Julian snatched it, opened the paper, and saw his and Serena Sullivan’s names side by side. He chuckled softly, then, under Serena’s incredulous gaze, tore it to pieces.

"Julian, you..."

"I only ever promised to marry Clara Everard." He said resolutely.