Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 119: Why So Fierce? Can’t I Even Touch You?
At this moment, a clearly intoxicated man, with a beer belly, staggeringly approached Elara Forrest, his greasy hand directly reaching for her exposed arm—
"Hey beauty, drinking alone is no fun, come have a drink with me..."
Elara’s brow furrowed slightly, and her body instinctively leaned back to avoid him.
However, the drunkard persisted, even trying to grab her waist!
Aidan Sterling’s pupils contracted suddenly, his body reacting quicker than his mind.
By the time he realized it, he had already taken several steps forward and grabbed the drunkard’s wrist, exerting a force strong enough to almost crush the bones.
The drunkard cried out in pain, sobered up significantly, and looked up to meet Aidan Sterling’s eyes, which were gloomy enough to drip water. Instantly, his arrogance diminished, but he defiantly retorted, "Who... who are you? Mind your own business!"
Aidan couldn’t even be bothered to argue with him; he twisted the wrist forcefully and pushed him, "Get lost!"
The drunkard screamed miserably, stumbled back several steps, was caught by his companions, and fled in disgrace.
Aidan didn’t even glance at the man; his gaze remained fixed on Elara Forrest, his voice deep and stern, "What are you doing in a place like this? Go home!"
"Go where?" Elara rubbed her wrist turned red from the grip, looked up at him, her voice soft and seemingly hooked when she spoke, "To your home?"
Aidan’s lips tightened, his face instantly becoming more unsightly.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed Elara’s wrist, and was about to walk out.
He didn’t understand how the once gentle and elegant Elara had suddenly turned into this...
As if she had become a completely different person!
She used to speak gently, blushing even when holding hands.
Now she was dressed like this, visiting such a chaotic place...
But Aidan knew, no matter how she changed—she could always effortlessly stir all of his emotions.
As always.
"Aidan, slow down..." Elara wobbled on her stiletto heels, struggling to keep up.
Seeing Aidan ignoring her, she tugged at her wrist again, "You’re hurting me..."
Aidan suddenly halted his steps, his gaze involuntarily falling on the red marks on her wrist...
——He didn’t even use much force.
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Elara’s slender fingers brushed over the veins on his forearm.
Aidan suddenly recoiled as if he had been electrocuted, frowning and glaring at her.
"So fierce for what? Can’t even touch you?" Elara said with a smile, her voice both tender and soft.
Aidan’s thin lips tightened; he stepped closer, pressing her into a cold wall at a secluded corridor corner.
The shadow enveloped them; his tall figure completely trapped her, his low pressure almost turning into something tangible.
"Elara Forrest," he gritted out every word, as if grinding them out from between his teeth, "What exactly do you want?"
At the end of the corridor, a faint light outlined her alluring curves under the cheongsam. Her exposed back glowed coldly white in the darkness, piercing his eyes with pain.
Elara slightly tilted her head, her red lips in the dim light resembling ripe cherries, as she chuckled lightly, "What? Didn’t you tell me to get lost yesterday? Now, even my actions as an ex-girlfriend need managing?"
The words ’ex-girlfriend’ stabbed at Aidan’s heart like a needle.
An intense rage brewed within his eyes as he leaned down suddenly, his scorching breath mingling with her own, "Cut the crap! Aren’t you supposed to be abroad as your noblewoman? What, can’t your ’husband’ satisfy you, so you come back here seeking fun?"
His words were harsh and hurtful.
Elara’s face turned a shade paler instantly, her eyelashes quivered violently, but soon, she returned to that lazy and unrestrained demeanor, even reaching out her lacquered fingertips to lightly tap Aidan’s tense chest.
"Yes," she breathed softly, her gaze seemingly hooked, "Tired of foreign food, just want to come back and taste... the old flavors, can’t I?"
"You!" Aidan was completely angered by her insolent attitude, snapping the string of his rationality.
"Elara Forrest," his voice was painfully hoarse, "What do you really want?"
Elara looked at him, looked for a long time, so long that Aidan almost believed she wouldn’t answer.
But she suddenly spoke, "Aidan, I divorced."
There was a moment when Aidan even thought he was hallucinating.
What did she say?
Divorce?
That marriage she was willing to abandon him for, to marry into overseas, ended just like that?
The ridiculousness was like ice water, pouring over him.
"So?" Aidan’s voice was cold enough to crack, carrying a scorn even he despised, "Is this why you returned? Divorced, with nowhere to go, so you remembered me? Elara Forrest, what do you take me for? A recycling bin?"
The last few words, he squeezed out through clenched back teeth.
Back then, she left with such determination, without a decent explanation.
Now her marriage failed, she turns to him?
How could there be such a cheap deal!
Elara’s lashes quivered lightly, stung by his caustic words, her eyes full of complex emotions lifting to meet his.
"Aidan..." her voice softened, with a subtle choke, attempting to touch his tense arm, "I know I was wrong before, I regret it, I really regret it..."
"Regret?" Aidan fiercely shook off her hand, stepping back to increase the distance between them.
The light at the corridor’s end fell on his stern profile, outlining an aloofness distancing people by a thousand miles.
"Regret what?"
He looked at her instantly pale face, the nameless fire within him burning fiercer, leading to reckless words: "What? You think I would want a divorced woman?"
"I didn’t mean..." Elara hurriedly tried to explain, tears finally unable to be held back, rolling down, "I had no other choice, I..."
"Enough!" Aidan interrupted her harshly, his gaze completely cold and impatient, "Stop with the excuses. Elara Forrest, I don’t care if you had no choice or did it willingly, that’s your business. Between us, it completely ended the moment you chose to board that plane."
He adjusted the slightly wrinkled cuff due to his earlier actions, restoring his usual cold, dignified demeanor as if the person who lost control and pinned her against the wall wasn’t him.
"Don’t appear in front of me again." He tossed out the words, turning to leave, his back firm, without a hint of nostalgia.
"Aidan!" Elara called behind him, her voice broken with sobs, "You just... can’t give me one more chance?"
Aidan’s steps faltered slightly, but he didn’t turn back, striding away.
Elara seemed unable to hold back any longer, crouching down and finally crying out loud...
