Chapter 277

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If it were anyone else, he could easily ignore it, but this was about Emily and their child.

Just the thought of it made Lawrence desperate to find Elise right now.

If anything happened to Emily or the baby, he would lose his mind!

In this state of panic, Lawrence couldn't sleep at all.

As the sky began to lighten, Emily opened her eyes to find Lawrence sitting beside her, gazing at her with gentle eyes.

She was taken aback.

He was still here?

So everything from last night wasn't just a dream.

Seeing the dark circles under Lawrence's eyes, Emily asked in surprise, "Did you not sleep last night?"

"I couldn't sleep on the boat..."

Lawrence made up an excuse, not wanting to miss any moment with her. He pointed to the sky outside and lay down beside her.

"It's still early, and it's cold outside. How about we watch the sunrise together before heading back?"

Caught off guard by Lawrence's handsome face so close to hers, Emily momentarily forgot what she wanted to say.

Looking into his gradually softening eyes, she instinctively nodded.

"Okay."

Lawrence's lips curled into a smile. He couldn't resist reaching out and hugging her through the blanket.

"It's so cold, let me warm you up."

Even though she knew his excuse was flimsy, Emily still let him pull her into his arms.

Because she didn't want to let go of this moment of warmth either.

The sunrise happened in an instant.

As the sunlight filled every corner of the room, Emily's heart was overwhelmed by the feeling of the moment.

She had tried so hard to forget Lawrence.

But it seemed that as soon as he appeared, he could break down all her defenses.

She had to admit, loving someone meant that the feelings for them would always remain in her heart.

The rising sun signaled that they would soon return to their separate lives.

Lawrence tightened his arms around her, savoring the beauty she brought him. Finally, he asked the question that had been haunting him since he heard it from Quincy.

"Emily, do you regret marrying me?"

From Quincy, he learned that she felt she had married the wrong person.

And he hadn't treated her well after their marriage, deliberately neglecting her for three years.

As soon as he asked the question, he already knew the answer in his heart.

If he hadn't been so excessive, she wouldn't have initiated the divorce.

But he still wanted to hear it from her.

Was Quincy the only one in her heart, and had she never had any feelings for him?

No matter what she said, he would accept it.

But Emily was stunned by the question.

She didn't understand how someone as proud as Lawrence could ask such a question.

Didn't he know how she had longed for his response over the past three years, even initiating intimacy every time, though it always ended in failure?

She had never liked anyone as much as she liked him. From secretly loving him to marrying him, she had always been secretly happy.

She even went to him with the marriage contract, such intense feelings could never be regret.

Love is beautiful.

But reality had dealt her a heavy blow.

Thinking back on her three years of marriage, Emily fell silent.

Three years had indeed worn down her patience and hope. She didn't dare to think about it anymore, nor did she dare to hope for anything...

With this thought, Emily seemed to understand the meaning behind Lawrence's question.

She slowly disentangled herself from Lawrence's embrace, sitting up to face him.

Looking into Lawrence's eyes, which were also filled with anticipation, she took a deep breath.

After a moment, she gave the final comment on their marriage.

"Since we've come this far, let's not look back. There are many more things in life worth pursuing."

As she spoke, her hand unconsciously touched her rounded belly, her face glowing with a gentle light.

"Lawrence, sometimes I'm grateful to you for giving me this child. At least, my future won't be lonely with him."

With that, she had made their paths clear.

If it weren't for this child, they wouldn't have stayed connected until now.

Their marriage had long ceased to exist, and now it was her grandfather and this child that maintained their relationship.

He had given her this child, and she was satisfied.

As for his future, perhaps soon he would find someone he truly loved.

Even though she still had feelings for him, she shouldn't hold onto him anymore.

Since they were destined not to be together, it was better to let go and allow each other to move on.

It was the last bit of dignity she could preserve for both of them.

At this moment, Lawrence's face turned somewhat grim.

He couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

Emily's explanation was essentially telling him that she loved someone else.

As for their marriage, whether she regretted it or not... she no longer cared!

Time was running out, and Emily bit her lip, no longer lingering in the warmth that didn't belong to her.

"It's getting late, I should go."

Her voice was soft, but her tone was different from before.

The sense of distance and unfamiliarity hit Lawrence, making his heart ache so much he could barely speak.

After a while, he suppressed his emotions and gently nodded, "I'll take you."

The yacht had docked at dawn, and the guests had left early.

Emily and Lawrence were the last to disembark.

They walked towards the shore without saying a word.

As Emily stepped down the stairs, she missed a step and fell backward. Fortunately, Lawrence caught her in time, preventing an accident.

Emily nervously clutched his clothes, and they stood on the deck, embracing for a moment.

Until Emily realized it was inappropriate and quickly pushed him away.

She safely disembarked.

Just as Lawrence was about to follow her to drive her home, Emily shook her head at him.

"No need, I came here without telling Ezra and the others. If they find out you're here, it will be even harder to explain."

"Lawrence, happy birthday. Goodbye."

With that, Emily turned and left, decisively as if she had made up her mind.

After she disembarked, Gray's men immediately came over, opened the car door, and escorted her into the car, quickly driving away.

Lawrence watched her disappear before his eyes.

Her words, "Lawrence, happy birthday," still echoed in his ears.

At that moment, Harold ran over with his team to report, "Mr. Parker, we've found a lead on Ms. Sinclair."

"Last night, she secretly used the spare speedboat on the yacht and landed early. Our people searched and finally found her in a remote town in the Lustrous Glass District."