Cecilia Lynch remained silent, nestled in Julian Keaton's chest, silently shedding tears.
Her heart was numb from aching, and she attributed all her grievances, dissatisfaction, and resentment to her fate.
She had a bad fate, what right did she have to rely on him?
She feared she might burden him.
Moreover, she wasn't without desires.
She was very greedy; she'd want a lot.
She wanted all his affection, she wanted him to create a world for her, she wanted him to never leave her no matter what happened.
But clearly, it was impossible.
They were people from two different worlds!
One day he would marry and have children, live the luxurious life meant for him. What would she do then, having grown accustomed to a life with him?
Except she must quickly withdraw and pretend she didn't care at all; only then could she confidently face a future without him.
Julian Keaton furrowed his brows, tightened his arms, holding Cecilia Lynch even closer.
