Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 450

"Sylvia, she is angry with you because of me. If I don't save you, who will save you? If something happens to you, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life." Charles smiled slightly, "I am a man. You have endured more than the knife and the sea of ????fire, not to mention, you still suffered this unreasonable disaster because of me. If I don’t come forward, am I still a man?"

"Mr. Jacobs." Sylvia felt hot in her heart and choked up.

"Sylvia, I have always wanted to explain to you what happened between me and Zia, but you have never been willing to listen. Zia and I met at a family gathering five years ago. Both parents were there at that time. We were introduced to each other. At that time, my career had just started to improve and I had gained a certain reputation in the industry. Cassandra took the initiative to mention it. At that time, it had been a year since you jumped into the sea. I turned my grief into strength. I wanted to focus on my career, and I didn’t want to accept the marriage at all. But that night, my grandfather forced me, and I almost had a heart attack. In desperation, I had no choice but to agree to try dating first. A year later, I told her family clearly, I didn't expect that they wouldn't give up at all, and they even publicized it in the newspaper. It was all my fault that I didn't clarify it in time, which led to today's incident ." Charles said a lot of words in one breath, and his face turned pale because of the severe blood loss.

"Mr. Jacobs, stop talking, I understand." Sylvia quickly used a tissue to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Looking at his arm that was still covered in red wounds, she immediately stopped him from talking to avoid consuming his energy.

"Sylvia, can you call me by my name? Don't always say 'Mr. Jacobs, Mr. Jacobs'. This makes me feel that you are very distant." Charles looked at her with faint eyes, eager and expectant. His voice was deep.

Sylvia felt that the corners of her eyes were wet, and her heart was particularly sour. Let alone him. Even she hated herself for being ruthless.

There is a man in this world who can shield her from a knife, what else could she be dissatisfied with.

"Charles." She whispered.

"Yes." Charles responded with a gentle smile on his pale face. He reached out with his left hand and held her little hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would slip away.

"Charles, have a good sleep first, I'm going to make you some raw fish soup." She whispered softly.

Charles looked at her with wide eyes: "Sylvia, are you leaving? I don't want to drink any raw fish soup, I just want you to stay with me for a while."

Arthur drove the car in a restless mood.

The image of Sylvia holding Charles's bleeding arm and feeling anxious and heartache flashed in his mind from time to time, and his face became increasingly gloomy.

"Arthur, it's really disappointing. I finally had you to have dinner with me, but a crazy woman showed up and stabbed someone with a knife. This is my first meal with you after returning to France. Let me tell you, this time is not included. Tomorrow, we have to do this again." Amelia complained while sitting in the passenger seat.

But did Arthur pay heed to her complaints?

Arthur drove with a dead look on his face. He drove the car in twists and turns from time to time and almost hit other people's cars several times.