The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1395: Fiery Gaze

Her words echoed in his ears like a heavy hammer, delivering a hard blow to the softest corner of his heart.

She believed him.

The bitterness of the coffee spread in his throat. He looked up and revealed a faint smile.

”Don’t worry, if she really did it, he will definitely receive the punishment he deserves.” He heard himself say.

Xiaonuan thought of Qi Yue, a hint of loss flashing in her eyes.

”Qi Yue is my best friend. I didn’t expect that she was the same as me... It’s all because of me. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have lost her child...” Her heart was full of guilt, but she was helpless.

”I must avenge her, find the culprit, I will never let him go!” She finally said through gritted teeth with hatred.

Liang Shaochen rarely saw Xiaonuan like this.

Hating someone like that, as if wishing that person would die immediately.

Suddenly, he felt a bit cold in his hands and feet.

Out of the blue, he began to regret a certain decision he made at a certain time in the past.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Because... she believed him.

These few words were enough to kill everything.

Yes, everything.

The things he had greedily, desperately, over and over again dreamed and longed for about certain matters and certain people in the darkness, in the pitch-black nights, in his midnight dreams.

And now, he watched her overturn them one by one with his own eyes.

Half a minute later, Liang Shaochen finally managed to speak.

”Have a drink, and stop thinking about these for now. You’ve gotten thinner.” He said, staring at her sharper chin.

Xiaonuan tried to show him a faint smile and nodded.

He watched her and lowered his head to drink his coffee.

Her long eyelashes lowered, her beautiful face flushing slightly from the recent emotion, her beautiful, lively eyes drooped down.

Behind her was a long chair, and on the wall rack behind the chair, an orchid hung.

She looked elegant holding the coffee cup, wearing a light blue coat, a white shirt tied at the front with a black lace ribbon. When she tasted the coffee, she couldn’t help but close her eyes in enjoyment, the sweetness lifting the corners of her mouth.

From his perspective, she was like a melancholy and pure Italian oil painting.

So beautiful, so intoxicating, so heart-stirring.

Liang Shaochen wanted to ask her, do you know the meaning of Cappuccino?

Cappuccino, a taste that’s sweet with bitterness, yet always consistent.

It implies: Waiting is sweet with bitterness, with a faithful heart, waiting that won’t change.

But, he wouldn’t ask.

He didn’t want to break the moment of peace; even just watching her like this, he felt it was a luxury.

Nangong Yaoling sat in the carriage.

Liang Shaochen sat there, staring at Xia Xiaonuan.

As long as he watched, Nangong Yaoling would glare at him just as long.

Damn!

What was he looking at? Staring at his wife continuously!

Liang Shaochen, one day I’ll dig your eyes out!

The irony was that Xiaonuan paid no attention; she seemed engrossed in her own thoughts, her thoughtful side face blurred somewhat by the light from outside the window, yet that very light added a touch of hazy beauty.

Nangong Yaoling felt his heart tremble slightly.

Just as he couldn’t help but rush out of the car to embrace his woman in his arms, he saw Xiaonuan stand up.

Xiaonuan finally felt the heat of that gaze coming her way.