Chapter 730

Chapter 730:
Candice’s hand instinctively slipped into the pocket of his jacket. Just as she had predicted, she felt the shape of a chocolate.
The scene seemed familiar to her.
A memory suddenly surfaced. They had once attended a small gathering, and she had been terribly hungry during the journey. That was when he had procured a chocolate from his pocket and offered it to her.
The whole scenario seemed a mirror image of an incident from a decade ago when she was trapped in the cold storage that endless night.
Back then, she had missed her evening meal. Hunger and terror were her only companions. Her body quaked uncontrollably, her tears never ceasing.
But he was there with her in that consuming darkness.
When he heard the rumble of her empty stomach, he took a chocolate bar from his pocket, offering it to her with a familiar phrase.
“Chocolate can provide some energy. Please, take it.”
“What about you? Don’t you feel hungry?” She had managed to utter between her sobs.
He responded, “I ate too much at lunch. I’m not hungry.” That chocolate was, to her recollection, the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
From then on, he had always kept chocolate in his pocket all because of her.
Candice was so dumbstruck that she could barely grasp the revelation.
She had mistaken another person for him for the past decade.
It was not Greyson, but him!
Suddenly, it made sense why his voice felt so familiar when they sang a love song together.
He indulged in a hearty lunch and skipped dinner, as it turned out to be a habit he had maintained since high school.
She had never realized this.
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Her obsession with Greyson, born out of that tiny bit of warmth in the cold storage, had dominated her thoughts for a full decade. Even after enduring severe emotional pain, she couldn’t let go of the past. But now, he had corrected her error.
Candice’s hand instinctively slipped into the pocket of his jacket. Just as she had predicted, she felt the shape of a chocolate.
The scene seemed familiar to her.
A memory suddenly surfaced. They had once attended a small gathering, and she had been terribly hungry during the journey. That was when he had procured a chocolate from his pocket and offered it to her.
The whole scenario seemed a mirror image of an incident from a decade ago when she was trapped in the cold storage that endless night.
Back then, she had missed her evening meal. Hunger and terror were her only companions. Her body quaked uncontrollably, her tears never ceasing.
But he was there with her in that consuming darkness.
When he heard the rumble of her empty stomach, he took a chocolate bar from his pocket, offering it to her with a familiar phrase.
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