Chapter 27: How Could You Not Love Me

Clara leaned against the car, her body languidly tilted, but her eyes were sharp like two sharp swords, piercing directly into Samuel Grant’s heart: "Aren’t you just the same, with that unclear relationship with Daisy Stone right there, who can really see through what’s going on between you two? I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed about." Samuel’s hand trembled slightly. He resisted the impulse to slap Clara hard, clenched his fists, and reminded himself to stay calm. He silently chanted in his heart: Endure for a moment, and everything will be calm; only by calming down can he think of a way to win back her feelings for him! After taking a deep breath, Samuel tried to soften his tone, "Clara, I know I’ve probably caused you a lot of harm and trouble during this time, but please believe me; you really couldn’t be interested in my uncle, right? It was just words spoken in anger." "Yes, there is indeed a kind of ambiguous relationship between Daisy and me, but that was completely because she took advantage of my drunken state to make some wrong moves. Ever since we confirmed our relationship, I’ve tried my best to avoid any disrespectful actions towards you, which even made my mom misunderstand our marital life." "All the decisions are because I love you too much, cherish our relationship too much to touch you lightly, just like what happened in the hotel that day was one of the unavoidable choices. When you last made me choose, I stood by your side without hesitation. You should know my intention; I’ve always treated this relationship with the utmost sincerity." However, in the face of such explanations and defenses, Clara only sneered, "Maybe what you’re saying sounds quite touching, but the fact is that I’ve already lost the passion and enthusiasm I once had for you. Your uncle has not only exceptional looks but also wealth; there are too many outstanding people in this world, and he has already entered deep into my heart, becoming an irreplaceable presence." Hearing such a cold response from the other party, Samuel couldn’t help but feel a chilling sensation rising up in his heart, his teeth gritting so hard they almost drew blood from his lower lip. "Clara, are you trying to punish me in such an extreme way? Actually, I know the reason you’ve chosen to approach my uncle is nothing more than hoping to plunge me into endless pain!" "But actually, all this precisely proves that you haven’t been able to completely let go of our emotional ties. Honestly, although it seems on the surface that you’ve made up your mind to follow William Foster, aren’t you unwilling to do so in your heart?" For Samuel’s almost insane questioning, Clara sighed softly: "Samuel Grant, even an ordinary person can be so confident, even able to say such words to support their point of view, this self-consoling ability is truly admirable." Samuel’s face turned incredibly ugly, almost distorted: "If you didn’t still love me, if it wasn’t for revenge or to torture me, why would you choose someone whose legs are crippled instead of coming back to me?" From Clara’s behavior during this period, Samuel was certain she didn’t really know William Foster’s true identity. Because she never mentioned him, nor did she try to use William against him. Therefore, Samuel believed he could use this to his advantage to achieve his goal. Of course, he would never voluntarily expose William’s identity, as that wouldn’t benefit him either. Clara looked at him, her gaze indifferent and aloof, coldly saying: "Isn’t it because even with his disability, he’s better than you? Besides his leg issue, in what way is he inferior to you? What qualification do you have to look down on William Foster? Weren’t you just like a little dog kneeling in front of him earlier?" "Enough!" Suddenly, Samuel angrily slammed his fist onto the car hood, his eyes filled with blood. "Clara, this is the last chance I’m giving you. As long as you come back to me now, I’ll break up with Daisy and make her get rid of that child too." Listening to these near-to-despair words, Clara instead showed a contemptuous smile. After laughing, she slowly ran her fingers through her hair, her tone indifferent: "Ah, seeing you like this is both funny and pitiful. I think it’s better to be direct. You saw it too, that night, the hickey on my neck was willingly kissed by my uncle, and throughout the entire time we were together, we didn’t even have a proper kiss, you know why? Because I really didn’t feel anything for you, nor was I interested." Facing this cold hard truth, Samuel felt like he was on the verge of collapse, because he never thought that in her heart, he was such an insignificant existence! Then, Clara continued to speak calmly: "In fact, at that night, I already sensed someone drugged me, and I knew you would come back to find me, but how could I let you succeed? So I went to find your uncle for help. And frankly, I fell for him at that moment, completely fell in love. If we put it this way, it’s fair between us, right, since you also did the same thing behind my back." Samuel was so angry he almost went crazy, his face turned ashen, shaking his head in disbelief: "You’re lying! Clara, don’t think I don’t know, you’re just being spiteful! You’re the Bennett family’s daughter, if you really disliked me, why would you agree to be with me? How could you not love me!" Samuel’s voice was full of anger and despair. Clara thought for a moment and replied: "Because I liked white roses. At that time, I thought, after all, men are pretty much the same, all using small gestures to please me, why not choose at least someone who gave me the flowers I like. If the person who gave me the white roses that day was someone else, not you, it would be the same to me, because at least that showed he understood my preference." Samuel felt as if he had been struck by lightning, a piercing pain surged in his heart. Clara’s words confirmed William Foster’s previous view. She indeed chose to be with him just for that bouquet of white roses. Turns out for her, who sent the flowers didn’t matter, even whether there was love between them didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was whether that bouquet of white roses suited her taste. As for any special story or symbolic meaning behind those white roses, Samuel was completely clueless at this precise moment. He felt extreme anger, a sense of utter humiliation making his entire body tremble.