When Her Heart 392
Posted on July 19, 2025 ยท 1 mins read
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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 didnโ€™t 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 lipsโ€ฆ

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 canโ€™t 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.

โ€œYouโ€™ve dreamed of unmasking me. Now that itโ€™s done, how do you feel? Iโ€™m 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 youโ€™ve 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 wouldnโ€™t I? Since itโ€™s Jeremiah, what is he not capable of? So what if heโ€™s 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 Iโ€™m 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 Jeremiahโ€™s eyes gradually faded, his tone carrying a hint of dejection. โ€œI knew it. I never couldโ€™ve 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 Iโ€™ve cured your illness. Once youโ€™ve fully recovered, Iโ€™ll give you back your freedom."

โ€œBeg me?โ€ With teary eyes, Raylee looked at him.

โ€œWhy are you begging me? Why lower yourself to that extent? Whether youโ€™re Jeremiah or Leonardo, youโ€™re the man I love the most. Iโ€™ve said it before, be it the past, present, or future, you are my husband, and that will never change!โ€

โ€œRay-Ray,โ€ Jeremiah said, lowering his gaze, โ€œbut Iโ€™ve betrayed and deeply hurt you so many times. Whenever I think about all the things Iโ€™ve done, I canโ€™t bring myself to meet your gaze. I feel guilty toward you. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€

Raylee suddenly embraced him, unable to hold back her tears.

โ€œThatโ€™s all in the past; letโ€™s not bring it up again. All I know is that I love you and you love me, and thatโ€™s enough. Life is so short, especially mine. To put it bluntly, I might not even see tomorrow. Whatโ€™s the point of being hung up on past misunderstandings and mistakes? I donโ€™t 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€


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