Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: The Unique An Ruo

I even brought Lisa home just to provoke you. Your reaction made me realize that you truly didn’t care about anything to do with me, including my substantial wealth. noveldrama

You even proposed a post-marriage agreement, asking for separate bedrooms. Honestly, your proposal surprised me. Since you had already married me, you had no choice to backtrack. If you were smart, you would have tried to gain my affection and obtain more benefits, instead of angering me and ending up with nothing.

However, I suspected you were playing hard to get with me, so I agreed to your proposal, curious to see when you would show your true colors.

In the days that followed, I confirmed that you weren’t scheming against me; you truly despised me.

You were the first woman who ever looked down on me like this, and you successfully aroused my desire to conquer. What I never anticipated was that, by focusing too much attention on you, I eventually lost myself and developed genuine feelings for you.

An Ruo, sometimes I think, if you had been a bit more opportunist, or a bit more obedient initially, maybe I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.

The process of falling in love with you was very slow, it accumulated bit by bit. If it had been a lesser love, I could control my feelings for you, I could easily forget you.

But I cannot forget you. Even when Ke Ren came back, I still couldn’t forget you. You even made me give up Ke Ren and choose you.

An Ruo, I say all this just to say, I love you deeply, I love the unique you, An Ruo, who no one can replace.

In this lifetime, I think I can never let go of you again because you have completely occupied my soul, all my heart...

——Written by Tang Yuchen]

An Ruo put down the letter, raised her eyes to the ceiling, and silently sighed in her heart.

Was the purpose of his writing just to continuously tell her how much he loved her?

She had grown weary and numb to his so-called love; no matter how much he said, she wouldn’t feel anything.

She put the letter in the drawer, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep, but she couldn’t fall asleep. Her mind was filled with scenes from after they had met.

The domineering and merciless him, and how she resisted him, chasing freedom...

The two of them, one wanting to escape, the other wanting to control, neither yielding, ultimately lost their hearts in a relentless game of pursuit, accumulating wounds again and again.

He was right, maybe she shouldn’t have been so headstrong in opposing him at the beginning. If she had been more resigned, perhaps the outcome would have been different...

On the third day, An Ruo received another letter from him.

Does he write to her every day?

She thought about calling him to ask him to stop writing, but she really didn’t want to contact him. Never mind, let him write if he wants to. Without her response, he would naturally give up.

At night, with a lamp on, she opened his letter and began to read.

[An Ruo, this is the third letter I am writing to you.

It’s seven in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep, so I got up to write to you. Thinking of writing to you makes me spirited; even the air seems filled with sweetness and freshness.

I am writing word by word, feeling an illusion that you are right beside me. If you were, I would be a hundred times happier than I am now.

These last few days, I have been reminiscing about every little detail of our past, and I’ve realized that our happy moments were far too few and fleeting.

Yet, they seem all the more precious, don’t they?