Chapter 195

Chapter 195

But then Seth ran into that lunatic Abigail.

"What do you mean?" Adrian stared at him intently, his eyes cold, deep, and sharp.

Seth glanced at him without responding further, and prepared to leave.

"Since you already know, I hope you won't do anything stupid." Only after stepping out of the hot spring pool did he cast a cold glance at Adrian. "You think I don't know you've been using Abigail as a substitute for Violette?"

Adrian's eyes flickered toward the doorway. Though it wasn't obvious, Seth still caught it.

His expression darkened suddenly, but he didn't immediately chase after her. Instead, he questioned coldly. "You did this on purpose?"

Adrian pulled at the corner of his lips, withdrawing his gaze with a distant look. "Yes, I had sex with Abigail. I also know she killed Violette. You don't need to remind me."

After Seth came out, he didn't see Layla, only her bathrobe left on the wooden bench by the door.

And after Layla hurriedly turned and left, she didn't know where to go.

This was her first time here - she didn't even know where the rooms were.

She could only wander around until she reached a lounge area and sat down on a sofa, her ears filled with the conversation between Seth and Adrian.

Violette was killed by Abigail, along with their parents. Just because Abigail liked Seth, just because jealousy blinded her, she could cruelly murder her own family?

At this thought, Layla couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

She couldn't help but rub her trembling arms.

So that was why he said so clearly just now that he never loved Violette but still chose to be with her.

Why?

Layla had an answer in her heart.

So why did Marianne suddenly bring up Violette at the amusement park today?

Was it because Marianne had also guessed the real reason Violette was with Seth?

Just like her thoughts at this very moment?

When Seth found her, he saw Layla sitting on the sofa in a daze. He stood at a distance, quietly watching her for a while.

Several minutes passed, and seeing she was still lost in thought, he finally walked over. "What are you doing here?"

Only after hearing his voice did Layla snap back to reality. She turned her head to look at him.

But this glance lasted quite a while.

She didn't even realize that her gaze had lingered on him for so long.

Seth was also observing her. He knew she had been outside just now and had heard his conversation with Adrian.

He wanted to know what she was thinking.

He didn't care about what others thought, but Layla's thoughts, he cared about them, and really wanted to know what she was thinking.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

Layla came back to her senses and turned her head. She stood up from the sofa and looked around. "I couldn't find where the room is. Do you know?"

"I know. I'll take you there."

Layla followed beside him to the guest room.

"Thanks, I'll rest now." After saying this, she was about to push the door open, but Seth grabbed her wrist.

Layla looked at her wrist before raising her head to look at him. "What's wrong?"

Seth had waited the whole way, but she hadn't asked him any questions, so he had to stop her first.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable as he looked at her. "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Layla's brow twitched. Looking at his dark and inscrutable expression, she guessed he must have known she was outside and had heard their conversation.

She lowered her eyes and pressed her red lips together. After a moment, she still shook her head. "No, I don't."

Because none of that had anything to do with her, so she wouldn't ask.

After speaking, Layla looked up at him again. Seeing his jaw slightly tense, she broke free from his hand and was about to enter the room.

But the moment she pushed the door open and went in, Seth followed her into the room and even closed the door behind him.

Layla stepped back several paces and frowned at him. "What are you doing?"

Seth stared at her with a heavy gaze, his thin lips pulling slightly, his tone slow and deep. "You have nothing to ask, but I have something to say."

Layla's brow furrowed. "But I don't want to hear it. Get out, I'm tired and need to rest!"

If it were before, she would have really wanted to know everything about him!

But now she had long made up her mind not to talk about the future with him, and there was no future between them.

If it weren't for Elijah, she wouldn't have any romantic or emotional involvement with him again.

Layla wanted to leave the room and go to another one, but he blocked the door and her path. "What exactly do you want? I said I don't want to hear it. Are you going to force me?"

Seth stared down at her for a long time. "But I want to say it. After all these years, I only want to tell you."

Layla's heart inexplicably jolted. She knew what he wanted to say. "No, I don't want to hear it. Seth, move aside!"

Seth's tall, upright figure blocked the door completely. "I told you about Violette before. You should still remember?"

Layla's face darkened. She glared at him through gritted teeth, while also warning him. "Are you crazy? I told you I don't want to hear it!"

"She was my ex-girlfriend. We dated for about a year..."

Layla's eyes widened as she glared at him angrily. "Seth, are you deaf? I told you I don't want to hear it. Move aside!"

After speaking, she tried to forcefully pull him away, though she knew her strength couldn't match his at all.

Seth pressed her shoulders and pinned her against the door, suddenly leaning close to her.

Layla instinctively closed her mouth and looked at him. "What are you..."

"Listen to me quietly, or I'll kiss you."

Layla was furious. "Threatening me again?"

Seth frowned slightly and retorted, "No."

"Then let me go."

"How about I give you a choice?"

"What choice?"

"Listen to me quietly, or let me kiss you."

Layla stared at him hard. "What kind of choice is that?"

"Pick one."

Layla glared at him and said angrily, "You're crazy. I'm not choosing. Let me go now!"

"Then I'll take it that you chose the former."

"You!"

"I got together with Violette not because I liked her..." After saying this, Seth carefully observed her expression.

But Layla showed no change in expression. She had already heard this, so what expression could she have?

"It has nothing to do with me!" Since she couldn't stop him from continuing, she could only face it coldly.

"She pursued me for about two years..."

Layla's eyes flickered slightly. Pursued him for two years?

"It was that kind of crazy pursuit. I could see her appearing in my life almost every day. No matter how coldly I rejected her, she never seemed to get hurt, and would still appear in front of me without hesitation."

Hearing this, Layla turned her head to look elsewhere, ripples stirring in her heart.

Not for him, but for Violette.

She knew best what it felt like to like someone.

It was just that she didn't have Violette's courage to bravely pursue love, to be rejected, to be hurt, and still heal herself.

"But at that time I was undergoing psychological treatment..."