The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 273

Gideon hesitated for a long time.

He was terrified that hitting send would result in a glaring red exclamation mark, a sign that his sister had been ruthless enough to block him.

He was even more afraid that sending the message would invite a reply far more heartless and piercing than the ones she had thrown at him at the club.

He was terrified she would tell him herself that she never wanted to return to this house again.

Finally, he took a deep breath and hit send.

The message went through, leaving a green bubble hovering lonely on the right side of the chat.

No red exclamation mark appeared.

This allowed his tightly wound nerves to relax just a fraction. As long as she hadn't blocked him, there was still room for salvation.

Gideon stared intensely at the screen, his breathing shallow as he waited for a response.

Minutes ticked by, and the green bubble on the screen vanished like a stone in the ocean.

One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes passed.

The chat interface remained dead silent.

Gideon's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, the panic in his eyes deepening.

He raised the phone again, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Giselle, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have gotten physical at the club, and I shouldn't have made you angry. The food outside isn't clean. The chef at the manor made your favorite soup today."

"I'll come pick you up, okay?"

Green bubbles flew out one after another, filling half the screen.

Across the city, inside an elegant three-star Michelin French restaurant.

The melodious sound of a violin drifted through the dining room. From her window seat, Giselle had a perfect view of the dazzling Metropolis skyline.

Wearing her pure white dress, she sat on a plush velvet chair. Exquisite caviar and vintage red wine adorned the table.

Julian sat across from her, watching her with a tender gaze.

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