Chapter 542

Chapter 542:
“Is there something additional you need to discuss?” Egbert asked, his brow creasing with slight annoyance as he regarded her persistence.
“Are you still mad at me?” Babette pressed, her words rushing together. “Because I took the wine with me and later showed her?”
Egbert offered no verbal response, simply allowing his gaze to settle upon her upturned face. This content belongs to.net
“Egbert, she’s already experienced both marriage and divorce,” Babette declared with pointed emphasis.
Egbert had no desire to continue this conversation, turning once again toward his sanctuary.
“Even though she’s separated from Brandon now, she’s already begun pursuing a new romantic connection. You cannot possess her heart!” Babette declared, her determination overriding her dignity. “Egbert, every effort you’re making amounts to wasted energy.”
Babette positioned herself directly in Egbert’s path, craning her neck upward to meet his towering gaze.
“Why can’t your eyes truly see me?” Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “Everything she’s capable of offering you, I can provide as well—and more.”
Egbert released a deep, weary sigh, then extended the wine bottle back toward Babette’s trembling hands.
“You should probably take this back and leave,” he stated with finality, unlocking his door and stepping across the threshold, already moving to shut her out.
But Babette pressed her full weight against the door’s surface, preventing its closure.
“Why did you choose to rescue me that day?” she cried out, her voice breaking with raw emotion. “Wouldn’t everything have been simpler if you had simply allowed death to claim me?”
Egbert applied firm pressure, forcing her back into the hallway, and then secured the door between them with finality.
His mind drifted back to that fateful night, and the truth settled heavily in his chest. The entire rescue had been built on a fundamental misunderstanding.
He had believed the Watson Group’s contact person was Millie, so when he learned the woman connected to that deal faced mortal danger, he had personally intervened without hesitation—only that woman turned out to be Babette.
But Babette deserved no explanation for his actions—the truth would only complicate matters further.
As night descended over the city, casting long shadows across the streets, Elliott Group’s Blue series campaign ignited a photography craze among the general public.
Crowds swarmed enthusiastically in the space between the two massive advertising screens, everyone eager to capture the perfect shot.
Fortunately, that particular section ended in a dead end, with virtually no vehicle traffic on the opposite side. The city had implemented a partial road closure lasting two precious hours each evening to accommodate the surge of visitors.
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