His Domineering Lover
Chapter 483

In the restaurant, Rachel saw that Wiliam was haggard. His confidence was replaced by gloominess.

"William, I'm sorry for being late. A traffic jam on the road." Rachel explained.

"It doesn't matter. I arrived a few minutes ago. I ordered the dishes you liked. See if there is anything else you want to eat." William tried to cheer up. Glancing over the menu, Rachel found that all dishes were her favorites. It occurred to her that Wiliam always treated her whenever demanded in her childhood. "What's in your mind?" William felt good at the sight of Rachel's faint smile.

"Well, it occurs to me that I always asked you to buy me ice creams and marshmallows when young."

"Yes, you liked those snacks. The park was your harbor whenever you got angry, but two ice creams could melt your anger."

For most people, childhood was the happiest time in one's life, and one could be relieved from the sorrows with two ice creams.

Rachel looked at the menu in her hand, and her tears slowly rolled down her face. She had loved Sean for years and remembered all his preferences.

Apart from his dressing style, she knew his favorite color, food, and scent.

But did he know anything about herself? Years past, he still didn't care what she liked to eat.

Whenever he ordered dishes, he would choose the ones Tracey preferred. Was it out of habit?

One would be eager to learn everything about his lover if it was true love, and these memories would last forever.

Rachel doubted whether her past devotion to a man who loved others was worthwhile.

After all these years, this question occurred to Rachel for the first time.

She still remembered the night before the wedding. Her mother asked her a question when choosing jewelry for her.

"Rachel, you will get married tomorrow. But I have a question, do you love Sean?"

"Mom, aren't you talking nonsense? What is the point of my marriage if I don't love him?" Rachel was busy selecting necklaces and earrings for the wedding the next day. "What about Sean? After all these years, does he love you?"

Rachel fell silent. She had thought that Sean would love her after Tracey left.

She went to the same university where he was matriculated. However, Sean skipped grades. She was still a sophomore while Sean graduated.

Later, Sean took over his family business. Different from her expectation, her imagined college romance didn't come.

In her imagination, her love life with Sean in college would be like the one between Sean and Tracey back in high school, envious by everyone.

When Sean was busy with his business, Rachel started her career in the entertainment circle. There were few times they met.

Rachel made a video call to Sean every night. Sean seldom talked as loads of work piled up before him.

Rachel was considerate. She asked Sean to aim the camera at himself, so she could see his face when Sean was at work.

Sean would never replace out that every time Rachel dressed up carefully before the video chat.

Rachel was always the one who led the conversation. She could share what happened in the theater or comment on the directors.

Sean would say 'Well' or didn't respond at all. Back then, she thought Sean was too busy.

But she tried to understand. A career was vital for a man, so she never complained of his busy work.

Now Rachel realized how ridiculous she had been. Actually, Sean took his business as an excuse to avoid her.

'Will he keep staring at the screen if the video caller is Tracey?'

Rachel figured this problem out so late. After all these years, William still remembered her tastes. Although sleeping beside herself, Sen never cared about her.

She woke up from her broken dream and her imagined world collapsed.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? You don't like these dishes? Then reorder. I am not quite sure of your taste now after all these years." William comforted her quickly.

Rachel shook her head, "No, I like these foods." "Then what are you crying for? Rachel, what happens?" William was sensitive.

"William, I... my marriage is a mistake." Rachel realized how aggrieved she was.

Her mother once told her, "Rachel, marriage is important for a woman. An ill-suited marriage will ruin a woman easily."

"It is known to all that Sean agreed to be your boyfriend because of responsibility. But responsibility is different from love."

"I thought he would love you someday. But even now, I still feel that he doesn't love you."

"I regret now. If you don't love each other, there is still a way out before the wedding."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Our wedding invitations have been sent out. More than that, I am happy with Sean. It's my dream to marry him. I marry my Prince Charming at last. I'm so happy." "Alas..."

Her mother's sigh was still lingering in her mind. Rachel came to understand that she herself was a fool after suffering all those emotional abuses from Sean in the past years.

"Are you talking about Sean? Does he bully you? Da*n it! How dare he! I will teach him a lesson." William's heart was almost melting at the sorrowful tears of Rachel whom he once held dear. Rachel threw herself into Sean's arms, "I'm sorry, William. I let you down. I have always known that you love me, but I...'

"Cut that off. I never blame you. Love is uncontrollable. Tell me what happened. Is there any misunderstanding between you two? Tolerance is important in a marriage."

Although William still loved Rachel, he was not a man looting a burning house. He assumed there was only a quarrel between the couple.

Rachel burst into a rage of tears under the consolation of William. She couldn't help wondering why she was so blind in the past and started a wild goose chase.

She let both William and herself down. Such an idiot!

"Hello, Sir, here is your steak." The waiter came in with the steak when Rachel was crying in William's arms.

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