Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Chapter 459

Mercer whispered in Nancy’s ear repeatedly, “I’m sorry.

Don’t be afraid…”

Her tears fell despite her clear and beautiful eyes being stained with mud because of the situation.

Afterward, the delinquents took several inappropriate photos of the two and left, leaving Mercer filled with guilt and anxiety.

He avoided talking to Nancy and swiftly departed.

Even though Mercer’s family used their connections to handle the situation and eliminate all the photos taken, Mercer never crossed paths with Nancy again.

Subsequently, Mercer experienced a period of depression.

In an effort to help him move on from the distressing experience, his parents sent him abroad.

They no longer pressured him into a political career but allowed him to pursue his passion for music.

However, Mercer continued to carry regret and guilt, often contemplating that dying during that time might have felt like a relief.

Years later, Nancy unexpectedly reappeared at Champs Le Bar.

Despite recognizing her immediately, Mercer felt scared to face her again.

Later, he couldn’t fathom how Nancy became the most influential fan of his.

He dared to exchange brief messages with her but remained cautious.

“Mercer, what are you doing here?”

Nancy’s beautiful voice interrupted his thoughts.

Startled, he turned to see her smiling at him.

Mercer’s heart quivered.

He drew in a breath of smoke, masking his swirling emotions, and settled back into his usual detached, cool demeanor.

“Time for a break and a quick smoke.

I’ll be back inside soon.

”

He flicked the cigarette away, stamping it out with his shoe, his voice flat, then strode past Nancy toward the private room.

“Mr.

Aston!” Nancy called out to him.

Mercer knew he should keep walking, but against his will, his feet stopped.

He didn’t look back, just listened to the clear voice behind him.

“Would you be my boyfriend?”

Mercer’s heart missed a beat.

His eyebrows came together in a frown.

He finally turned, facing the girl who had made such a bold request with what seemed like a Herculean effort, his expression one of shock.

“Have you lost your mind?” Mercer’s voice was sharp.

Suddenly, Nancy stepped closer, her eyes burning with intensity.

Gone was the frightened look she once had, replaced by a fierce determination as she locked eyes with him.

“I’m serious.

I really mean it.

” Nancy’s hands were balled into fists, her resolve clear as she held his stare, fighting the fear inside her.

But her heart raced, filled with a mix of adoration when he was absent and overwhelming fear when he was near.

It was a gut reaction, this push and pull of emotions, that tortured her with a mix of pain and yearning.