novelraw Chapter 183: Dirty Mouths Must Be Wiped Clean
Chapter 183: Dirty Mouths Must Be Wiped Clean
Silas Hawthorne grabbed Julian Lawson with one hand and took a handkerchief from his pocket with the other, forcefully stuffing it into Julian’s mouth.He poked at Julian’s mouth with the handkerchief repeatedly.
"Dirty mouth," he said, applying more force, "just need to clean it up."
Julian Lawson struggled hard, evenly matched with him, but finally managed to free one hand.
He yanked the handkerchief out of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The two men faced each other, but suddenly, he laughed.
He looked at Silas Hawthorne in front of him: "Are you angry?"
"What I said was the truth, Silas Hawthorne. Everyone in Aeston knows that she and I were married. So what’s the point of saying so much?"
Silas coldly replied, "The fact that you are divorced is also known to everyone."
"I like her, and it won’t change because she once had a marriage with you."
"On the contrary, I’m glad you finally lost her."
Julian Lawson wanted to say something, but Silas applied pressure, pinning Julian’s chest, preventing him from speaking.
"I would never talk dirty about her like you just did, either to you or anyone else."
"I can tell you clearly, she still hasn’t agreed to be with me; today, we just went out for a meal, that’s all."
"But so what?"
Silas locked his eyes on Julian.
"She doesn’t want you anymore. She divorced you. Now she’s willing to go out with me, and that’s the situation right now."
"Do you understand, Julian Lawson?"
"The person you didn’t cherish, the person you treated like trash, to me, she’s priceless."
"And not just to me."
"Julian Lawson, since you’ve chosen to be with someone else, don’t obsess over those no longer related to you."
With each word Silas spoke, Julian’s face darkened further.
Finally, Julian Lawson couldn’t bear it any longer and used all his strength to break free from Silas’s grip.
They stared at each other in the dim corridor.
Both sets of eyes held animosity towards each other.
"She will come back to me." Julian finally said.
His eyes were terrifyingly red.
"Silas Hawthorne, you know nothing."
"She will come back," Julian said, "We’ve been through life and death, things between us you can never understand."
"Even through life and death," Silas looked at Julian, "didn’t you hurt her in the end?"
"Didn’t you divorce her for Vera Hansen?"
"Julian Lawson, have you ever thought about how heartbroken she would be?"
"Knowing what you’ve done, I couldn’t help but wonder," Silas fixed his gaze on Julian, "I wonder, Julian Lawson, if you’ve ever truly loved her."
"If you truly loved her, why would you hurt her so badly?"
Julian lowered his eyes slightly, the shadow from his bangs obscuring the expression in his eyes, leaving his feelings inscrutable.
"Don’t come here to bother her anymore." Silas warned, "I’ll have people guard this place. I’ll protect her."
"Even if you use the entire Lawson Corporation against me, I will not back down."
"This is my stance."
Julian didn’t speak. In reality, half of his body was concealed in the shadows.
He eventually lifted his head, giving Silas a complicated look.
His fists were clenched tightly while the wounds that recently broke open were still bleeding.
He looked at Silas for a long time, as if trying to see something on Silas’s face, but in the end, he closed his eyes.
"You wouldn’t understand."
Leaving these final words, he turned and left the corridor.
He paused briefly in front of Serena Sterling’s door, glanced at the tightly closed door, then retracted his gaze and stepped into the elevator.
Only Silas Hawthorne was left in the hallway.
The safety sign’s light was cast on his face, alternating between light and dark.
He watched as Julian left, then bent down to pick up the handkerchief Julian had thrown on the ground, and turned to throw it into the trash can.
He slightly adjusted his emotions, then walked out of the corridor and came to Serena Sterling’s door.
"Knock knock." He tapped softly twice.
In a moment, the door opened, and Serena’s face appeared before him.
Silas gave a gentle smile and said, "It’s all settled."
"He won’t come around here anymore."
Serena glanced at the hallway and at the elevator going down.
She eventually nodded and replied with a smile, "Okay."
"Rest well." Silas held back his desire to get closer to her and said, "Goodnight."
"You too," Serena said, "Goodnight."
"And," Serena slightly lowered her eyes, "I’ve said it many times already, thank you."
Silas smiled, genuinely this time. "Silly, why thank me?"
Serena looked up at Silas, who was smiling at her in the bright light, her emotions strangely stirred.
"Go on," she said, "be careful on your way back."
"Mm." He nodded, gave her another look, then turned and left.
Serena watched him enter the elevator, stood there for a while, her thoughts drifting far away.
About a minute later, she retracted her gaze, turned to go back inside, and closed the door.
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Julian Lawson was driving fast on the nighttime roads.
Every word Silas Hawthorne had just said kept echoing in his mind.
The accusations and questions from Silas, like heavy hammers, struck his heart repeatedly, causing immense pain.
Love?
How could he not love?
How could he not love her?
On the nighttime roads, the Maybach’s engine roared incessantly.
He drove aimlessly fast.
But even he didn’t know why things had turned out the way they did.
Everything seemed to be slipping out of his control.
His heart ached terribly, and he didn’t know how to make it stop hurting.
Recalling what he had just said, even he knew how shameless and vulgar it was.
Over and over in his mind flashed everything that had happened between them over the years.
Her tears, her laughter, the way she looked when she was shy, and how she called out "Julian" in excitement while lying beneath him.
Why did it turn out this way...
He seemed no longer to resemble his old self.
The car sped out into the suburbs, isolated and uninhabited, he finally slammed on the brakes.
In the dark, silent outskirts, there were only the sounds of insects.
His forehead rested on the steering wheel, and a tear slid down from the corner of his eye along the contours of his face.
His face touched the car horn.
"Beep——"
The car let out a loud honk in the deserted outskirts.
Like someone’s silent scream, like someone crying their heart out.
"She’ll come back."
"She’ll understand me."
Finally, he could only keep repeating these few sentences.
"She hasn’t agreed to be with him yet. She will come back to me."