The Richest Old Woman (ePub)

The first time I met Ward in college, I sat in his back row and watched him flirt with his girlfriend.
The second time they met, she was still sitting behind him, and he still came with his girlfriend, but it was not the same as last time.
Later, she witnessed the girls beside him changing one after another.
On Christmas Day, the two came back from school, and the school was full of lovers holding hands.
Lucy asked him in a subtle way: "Would you like to give me an extra girlfriend?"
After waiting for half a minute, he didn't respond.
Lucy knew that this was a polite refusal.
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You can't fall into the same trap twice. The first time is called naivety, and the second time is called stupidity. Lucy knows this truth very well.
After their reunion, she repeatedly tolerated his advances, telling herself again and again not to heal the scars and forget the pain, but he was still forcing her to have no way out.
Ward held her against the car, forcefully and domineeringly, not allowing her even the slightest chance of escaping.
Lucy pressed against his chest, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice was gentle and helpless: "Ward, please let me go, okay?"
The grip on her waist tightened, and Ward seemed to lose control. He, who was always calm, seemed unable to control his emotions.
"Why?" The man's eyes turned red, the heat burned her ears, and his voice was hoarse, "Lucy, don't forget, it was you who provoked me first."
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Lucy once thought that five years was enough time to forget someone.
No matter how deep the feelings are or the unforgettable memories, they can fade away with time.
But when she was betrayed by her loved ones and was in a panic, he forcefully broke in, picked her up by the waist, and carefully comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
At that moment, Lucy finally admitted that there are always some memories that even time cannot bear to take away.
He will always be the whole reason for her heartbeat.
It's Christmas again, with snowflakes and fireworks all over the sky.
Ward hugged her waist from behind, buried his head in her shoulder, and pressed his thin lips to her ear, almost begging, his voice choked with sobs: "Lucy, love me again."
She didn't hesitate and said with a smile: "Okay."
"In the eternal conflict with reason, emotion never fails."