Chapter 702
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Then he raised his hand and placed a gentle, solemn kiss on the ring. He didn’t care how long it would take—he would wait for her. He would wait however long she needed.
In Gorman’s car, Linsey sat in silence, tears already streaming down her face.
Gorman clenched the steering wheel, his jaw tight as he fought back his frustration. Still, he forced his voice to stay gentle. “Linsey… Please don’t cry.”
She clutched at her chest, the pain too much to contain. Her sobs came in quiet waves, shaking her shoulders. Gorman’s heart ached at the sight of her.
He took a deep breath and muttered, “You know what? I’m going back to beat Collin up.”
Linsey grabbed his sleeve, startled. “Are you saying?” she choked out.
Gorman met her red, swollen eyes and said with quiet intensity, “Everything I’ve said to you, I meant it. I would never lie to you, Linsey.”
She looked at him for a long moment, as if searching for something in his gaze. Then her voice came soft and low. “Gorman… Are you still planning to leave Grester?”
His expression shifted in surprise, but he quickly answered without a second thought. “No. I’m not going anywhere. I said that before because I was angry. I don’t want to leave you.”
Linsey turned away slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I want to leave Grester.”
Gorman froze. Disbelief spread across his face. “What did you just say?”
Linsey’s voice was steady this time. “I want to leave Grester. I want to leave this place and never come back.”
Four years had flown by in the blink of an eye. At Grester Airport, a tall, slender woman stepped out with quiet grace, pulling a suitcase behind her. Her dark sunglasses hid most of her delicate face, and her wavy hair framed her striking features.
As she walked, she pulled out her phone, ready to call someone.
Next to her, a passerby was scrolling through social media. The voice from a video drifted toward her. “Dolores Davidson, CEO of the Davidson Group, has officially invited world-famous designer Aurora Bright to represent the company in Grester’s quadrennial design competition. Aurora has been thriving overseas recently, and many are eager to see what surprises she’ll bring this time.”
𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
The passerby mumbled under his breath, “Is she really that great? Would be funny if she flopped at a local contest.”
The woman raised an eyebrow at that but said nothing.
Just then, her call connected. A warm voice came through the receiver. “Linsey, have you landed? The driver I arranged hasn’t picked you up yet. Oh, and I changed your hotel. The one I booked before didn’t have any decent suites, so I upgraded it. I sent the new check-in info. The driver will take you straight there.”
Linsey glanced away from the passerby and spoke gently, “There was no need to do that. I would’ve been fine staying anywhere.”
Gorman let out a soft chuckle. “I know you’re not picky. But this competition matters. A better place might help you relax and focus.”
He paused, then continued with a teasing tone, “Besides, Zander has never stayed in a small room before. I doubt he’d take it well, so I went ahead and changed it.”
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