novelraw Chapter 859 - 858: Sword-Wielding Bodyguard, Go Pursue Her
Chapter 859 - 858: Sword-Wielding Bodyguard, Go Pursue Her
What does the nickname mean?Charles Northwood frowned and turned to look at Fiona Sutton, shaking his head.
He never knew the meaning of the nickname, and he had asked Fiona Sutton before, but she never explained.
Is she ready to say it now?
"What does it mean?"
Fiona Sutton listened to his question and sat down on the chair over there.
"The meaning of these four characters is actually quite simple."
With a smile on her face, at that moment, she felt that Charles Northwood liked Nia Mitchell, just never voiced it.
"Every girl has a hero in her heart, and you, who say nothing and do everything silently, belong to the type that barely counts as a knight."
Knight, it’s not a term unique to Ceza.
"I always thought you were too timid, not even qualifying as a knight, just a dagger-wielding guard."
Even one without any rank.
Charles Northwood was choked up, never expecting the nickname to have this meaning.
A knight, huh?
It seems a dagger-wielding guard sounds a bit better than a knight.
In the end, both are merely minor roles protecting the heroine.
"I see."
Fiona Sutton was right, he really was just a guard.
"You like Tara Jameson, I clearly felt it."
But before, how to explain the gaze and the help he gave to Nia Mitchell?
Could it be that she really misjudged?
Then...
What about her feelings for him?
Could they also be an illusion, a mistake, like he said?
No, they couldn’t be.
If it were, it would be too tragic.
"Yes, I like her."
But, he could not give her a sense of security.
That’s why she desperately wanted to escape.
"If you like her, then pursue her. At least you still have a chance, as long as she’s alive, you have a chance."
Fiona Sutton suddenly smiled at him, standing there, showing generosity.
There should be bitterness in those words, yet she spoke them gracefully.
"Dinner’s done, I’m ready to go to bed soon, so whether you’re here or not makes no difference."
Fiona Sutton wore a smile that was dazzling.
"So, dagger-wielding guard, go on, pursue your happiness."
As long as there’s life, there’s opportunity.
Those were Fiona Sutton’s words, painful yet making sense.
Charles Northwood hesitated for a moment, looking at Fiona Sutton, wanting to offer comfort, but not knowing what to say.
After pondering for a long time, he ended up not saying a word, and directly ran out the door.
The spacious studio room apartment instantly was left with just Fiona Sutton.
The smile on her face gradually froze, her complexion becoming much paler.
She reached out to touch her belly, then her face lit up with another smile.
"I’m not alone, the baby is here too."
She turned and slowly walked toward her room, her routine had to be regular, so she needed to rest early to ensure energy for the next day.
"Baby, remember that man, he’s your godfather, and you should honor him well."
She lay on the bed smiling, knowing she could never repay Charles Northwood’s kindness in this lifetime.
The large bed no longer carried Charles Northwood’s presence.
Slowly closing her eyes, her heart had already moved from initial sadness to present calm.
She wasn’t sad anymore, because Yancy Hastings didn’t die.
At least, in her heart, Yancy Hastings always lived.
As long as he’s alive, she has no need for sorrow.