SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 29

She turned her head, but when she saw the huge wedding photo that was still hanging on the wall, her heart turned cold suddenly. Diana was smiling so perfectly, so effortlessly.

“Sister, he loved me, he hated you.”

Julianna tasted a faint bitter understanding on her lips. She knew that.

“Sister, are you still hoping that he will love you?”

Julianna’s heart jolted. She stood up. Yes, she was hoping. Every action he took—every ounce of goodwill he expressed—made the love she had given up on revive again.

The love she felt for this man was unexpectedly deep.

There was a knock on the door, and she hurried forward, thinking it was Diego. Then again, she had forgotten that Diego had no need to knock on the door when he entered the room.

Diego...”

The moment she opened the door, her face changed instantly from anticipation to disappointment.

It wasn’t him.

“Ah, Mrs. Hanson. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Maria placed her hand on her head sheepishly.

“Mhm, it’s okay.” Julianna shook her head and tried her best to force her lips back into a smile, but she realized it took too much effort.

“Mrs. Hanson, I actually have something to tell you.” She smiled again. She was really an innocent child. She did not even notice the obvious disappointment on Julianna ’s face.

“Mister called just now to say that he might not be able to come back home tonight. You can have dinner on your own.”

Maria finished, waiting for Julianna ’s reply. Julianna smiled suddenly, her smile full of bitterness.

“Mhm, I know.” It was a simple ‘I know’, but it was filled with disappointment beyond words.

He was not coming back.

He was really not coming back.

He broke his promise.

She sat back at the side of the bed. She placed her hand on her cheeks, trying hard to keep the smile on her face. It was not a smile to show others, but she had to at least show it to herself.

It was okay. She shook her head lightly, mocking herself. It was not the first time, anyway. She should be used to it. When she thought of this, her face darkened immediately. She really wanted to go. She had been looking forward to it the whole day and prepared for it the whole day. No one could see her disappointment, but it was apparent to her.

She kept waiting foolishly. She looked at everything outside, opened and closed her eyes. However, her eyes still contained that person’s silhouette until some light finally disappeared under her eyes.

The door opened again, and she continued her actions until she smelled a strange scent of flowers in the air. She lowered her head to see a prettily wrapped bouquet of Chinese bellflowers.

“Were you waiting for me?” Diego stood in front of her like a god. He was an extremely honorable man: clad in a tuxedo, his face cold and expressionless, a pricey watch on his wrist—all while holding a bouquet of flowers. It was a little silly, actually. He had sent women flowers before, but it was all sent by his secretary. This was the first time he held a bouquet of flowers. It was unbelievable even to him.

He, CEO of the Hanson Group, personally went to the florist to get a bouquet of flowers.

“Why... are you...?” Julianna felt like she was being suffocated by the flower fragrance and did not know where to put her hands suddenly.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming back today?”

She lowered her head again, staring at the bouquet of flowers in his hand. Were they for her... or for someone else?

It should be for her, right?

“I changed my mind at the last minute. Is there a problem?” Diego just lifted his brows, trying to brush it over lightly, but his black eyes held a slightly cynical light. Yes, he did it on purpose. He wanted her to be restless and worried. He wanted her to go from heaven to hell... and then from hell to heaven repeatedly, to be tortured thoroughly.

“You...” Julianna stared dumbly at him. Her eyes reflected a dashing man. There was only him in her eyes from the start, but she was still not used to this sudden surprise.

“For you.” Diego stuffed the flowers into her hand and lied flawlessly. “It wasn’t on purpose. There was a sudden meeting, but I ended it early.” He pretended to explain to her as if he knew what she was thinking.

He naturally ignored her red-rimmed eyes. This woman was really easily touched. She was willing to die for someone if that person just gave her a bit of love. At the thought of this, the curve in his lips got wider. He liked this feeling. He liked it a lot.

“Thank you.” Julianna hugged the flowers. The bouquet of purple Chinese bellflowers was really pretty. Her face brushed lightly against the petals as she breathed in the scent of the flowers deeply. It was the first time she had received flowers, and it was such a big bouquet, too.

She was such a fool, smiling and crying. Diego put his finger beneath her eyes. She cried when she was happy, and she cried when she was not happy. He had never met a woman who loved crying so much, and he knew that just a sentence from him could make the woman cry... or make her smile.

She seemed to have fallen deeper in love with him. His eyes darkened further, but it flashed briefly with a dim light that normal people would not be able to catch.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you out for dinner. I’ve already reserved a place.” Diego stood up and rested his finger—stained with her tears—against his body and then rubbed his finger against his body forcefully, almost loathingly.

“Okay.” Julianna nodded her head lightly and stored the flowers in her embrace before standing in front of him like an obedient wife, waiting carefully for his next command.

He took her hand, and her heart warmed instantly, touching emotions gripping her heart.

“Let’s go.” Diego held her hand tightly. Her hands were extremely soft like her lips. Everything about this woman was amazingly soft, of course, including her heart.

Just a little more, and maybe it would shatter with just a light touch.

“Diego ...” Julianna held his fingers tightly but spoke suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Diego did not turn back and just continued holding her hands tightly as if they could be together for as long as they live, for eternity.

“Diego, do you know what these flowers are?”

Julianna finally asked after a long silence.

Diego paused for a while and spoke quietly.

“I don’t know. It was nice so I got it.” That was truly the case. He saw it the moment he entered the florist and pointed at it randomly before buying it.

It was just as she thought. Julianna just gave a bitter laugh as her mouth was filled with immense bitterness. He did not know. If he did, he probably would not have bought it.

Chinese bellflowers. Her favorite flowers.

They represented...

An eternally unchanging love; sincere, gentle and melancholic.

What are you trying to ask? Diego’s black eyes were always deep and always kept her from knowing what he was thinking and from understanding his hot and cold behavior.