Chapter 392 Laying Out Their Cards
Jeremiah remained silent. His dark eyes, behind the mask, were deeply fixated on her.
Raylee moved a bit closer to him.
She tiptoed, helping him to remove his mask.
This time, he didnโt refuse.
Even though she already knew he was Jeremiah, seeing his face with her own eyes still filled her with nervousness and excitement.
She lifted her hand, gently caressing his face and feeling every inch of it with her palm.
His dark, thick eyebrows, deep-set black eyes, straight nose, and thin lipsโฆ
She meticulously scrutinized every feature of his face, leaving no part untouched.
The man who had died had reappeared before her, giving her a surreal feeling.
All this while, the scene of Jeremiah leaping into the river with a gunshot wound haunted her dreams, much like a recurring nightmare.
Even up to that day, she would occasionally dream about him.
Unexpectedly, he had transformed into another man. He was always by her side and even became the man who shared her bed.
Indeed, art has its roots in life. Even TV dramas canโt come up with a script like this.
Unbeknownst to Raylee, tears had already started to pour down her cheeks.
At that very moment, her emotions were incredibly complex.
There was excitement, sorrow, confusion, and uncertainty.
She was certain that she was deeply in love with Leonardo. Yet, when faced with Jeremiah, she wondered if her love for him would still be just as unwavering.
Jeremiah used the tip of his finger to gently wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, his voice showing a hint of choking.
โYouโve dreamed of unmasking me. Now that itโs done, how do you feel? Iโm no longer the enigmatic Mr. Foucault, but rather, the illegitimate son of the Lorimer family; your former fiancรฉ who had deeply hurt you. Now that youโve uncovered my deepest secret, do you still love me? Can you still forgive me?โ
His tone was humble, even laced with a hint of anxiety. It was clear he feared losing her love.
Despite being a proud man, he lowered himself in order to plead for her love.
Do I still love him? Why wouldnโt I? Since itโs Jeremiah, what is he not capable of? So what if heโs an illegitimate child? Does that make him any less of a person?
He has been fond of me since we were children. The year I turned fifteen, he committed murder to save me, which landed him in prison. He was confined in the notorious District Nine Prison. As I teetered on the brink of death at the graveyard, he rescued me. He nursed me back to health, giving me a second chance at life. Even now, when Iโm gravely ill, he leaves no stone unturned to find experimental data, researching new medications to save my life. The evidence of his love for me is just overwhelming. What reason do I have to not love him?
When he saw Raylee remain silent, the anticipation in Jeremiahโs eyes gradually faded, his tone carrying a hint of dejection. โI knew it. I never couldโve faced you as my true self. How could you possibly love me when you harbor such hatred for me? I was presumptuous, and my expectations were too high. I made a mistake. I thought that by changing my identity and loving you with all my heart, I could make up for the past mistakes. No matter what, Ray-Ray, I have no regrets loving you. I beg you to stay by my side until Iโve cured your illness. Once youโve fully recovered, Iโll give you back your freedom."
โBeg me?โ With teary eyes, Raylee looked at him.
โWhy are you begging me? Why lower yourself to that extent? Whether youโre Jeremiah or Leonardo, youโre the man I love the most. Iโve said it before, be it the past, present, or future, you are my husband, and that will never change!โ
โRay-Ray,โ Jeremiah said, lowering his gaze, โbut Iโve betrayed and deeply hurt you so many times. Whenever I think about all the things Iโve done, I canโt bring myself to meet your gaze. I feel guilty toward you. Iโm sorry.โ
Raylee suddenly embraced him, unable to hold back her tears.
โThatโs all in the past; letโs not bring it up again. All I know is that I love you and you love me, and thatโs enough. Life is so short, especially mine. To put it bluntly, I might not even see tomorrow. Whatโs the point of being hung up on past misunderstandings and mistakes? I donโt want to die with bitterness and resentment. All I want is to be with you. Every additional second of beautiful memories with you is a win for me.โ