Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 685 Want To See Her Again

Chapter 685 Want to See Her Again

"But she hasn't forgiven me yet! Gentry, I'm the one in the wrong. I used such despicable means to hurt her. I must be out of my mind at that time."

"For a long time, I thought I hoped to come back in the last few months of my life because I wanted to clear things up with Christine to leave no regrets behind. Besides, I wanted to see Chad one more time."

"But now, I suddenly found that I was wrong. I got it all wrong. I don't care about Chad anymore. Nor do I care if I've explained myself clearly to Christine."

"What really matters to me is whether she still sees me as her sister, whether she still cares about me, and whether she can forgive me! Gentry, do you get it?"

"I've worked really hard to carry myself with ease as if I care about nothing. But truthfully, only I know that I still care a lot."

"I care about her resentment toward me. It still bothers me that she let me live 26 years ago even though she hated me so much! I still can't figure out why she did that."

"What I care about most is if I could still get her forgiveness even though I have lived a ridiculous life like a big joke.

"Now I'm nearing the end of my life, I finally realize what matters to me most. Gentry, I'm begging you. Take me to see her one more time, will you?"

Gentry's face was stony.

Kristina's speech was moving. It was from the bottom of her heart.

But to Gentry, those words were like steel needles that mercilessly pierced his heart.

He bent over, held the armrests of the chair she was sitting in, and gazed at her unblinkingly.

"You said that you only realized what mattered to you most at the end of your life. That's to say, the most important people in your life are still that man and that sister who is not even related to you."

"In the numbered days you have, you're still thinking about her, wishing she can forgive you or even be your sister again! Then what about me? Where do you place me in your life?"

Gentry let out low laughs and clenched his chest with his hand. Though he was laughing, his eyes became tearful.

"I wish you could touch and feel my heart! It is filled with you. It's been 26 years. Kristina, I've been with you for 26 years. What am I to you?

"You couldn't possibly believe that only the feelings you have for Christine are cherished, but my feelings are nothing. I deserve to exchange 26 years' waiting for an insignificant role in your life. Isn't that what you think?"

Kristina was stupefied.

Rooted to the chair, she stared at the man who was on the verge of going crazy, as though this was the first time this issue occurred to her.

"Gentry, I..."

"Enough!"

Gentry directly cut her off as if he no longer wanted to hear a word she said.

He got to his feet. The eyes he fixed on her were brimmed with disappointment. Shaking his head, he backed away.

"It's not until now that I realized how silly I'd been! I thought you could be moved. It might take a year or even a decade. Even if you were an ice queen, you would be moved if I cared for you for more than 20 years.

"But I was wrong. Some ice queens just couldn't be moved. You see everyone in the world, but you just can't see the man who loves you the most.

"Kristina, you never loved me, did you? Even though we've spent all those years together, you never cared about me."

"I..."

Kristina attempted to answer him, but he interrupted her again.

"Never mind! It no longer matters. Nothing matters now. Anyway, in this game, I'm the biggest moron!"

After shouting that, Gentry spun around and left.

Kristina watched him go away. She remained dazed for a long time, then tightly clenched her fists.

"Gentry, you're wrong."

"You really got me wrong."

"You've played a very important part in my life."

"You're my dearest family. If one day you need me to die for you, I'll definitely do it without batting an eye."

"But I don't love you... Sorry, I really don't."

"Feelings are the most difficult things to control. You can't force one person to fall for another."

In the evening, Kristina still went to the hospital and met Christine.

Since Chad had just had surgery, he needed to stay in the hospital. Though excellent nurses and doctors were there to look after him, and many bodyguards were stationed around the hospital, Christine still felt worried.

Thus, she lived in the hospital with Chad these days.

Of course, as the mother of the owner of St. Peter's, Christine wouldn't sleep in a temporary camp bed in the ward as others who stayed to attend patients normally did.

Max couldn't talk her out of this, so he arranged a separate room for her, which was adjacent to Chad's ward.

This way, she could have a nice place to live in and take care of Chad at all hours.

When Kristina came to see her, she was making beef soup in the little kitchen in her room.

She added a great number of nutritious ingredients into the broth, so that Chad could recover from the car accident sooner.

When a bodyguard led Kristina to Christine's room, she was ladling the broth into a bowl.

She glanced over her shoulder at Kristina and said, "Why are you here?"

Kristina looked at her with a conflicted expression. Mixed feelings were hidden in her eyes. "Christine, I..."

She was a little nervous. Her hands swayed with unease. Christine paused.

She thought for a moment, then handed the bowl of broth to the bodyguard, saying, "Bring this to Mr. Nixon, then stay outside his ward."

"Yes, Mrs. Nixon."

The bodyguard picked up the broth and headed out.

The door closed noiselessly. After that, Christine finally looked squarely at Kristina and asked, "Tell me, why did you come here? Just tell me everything, so you won't have to come here again." Christine was leaning against the kitchen range. It seemed that she had no intention to invite Kristina to the living room and have a seat.

Kristina felt a little awkward for the moment. She lowered her head and bit her lip.

She had repressed her sorrows for too long. She felt she might go crazy if she didn't talk to someone about it.

Thus, after a brief silence, she raised her head again and looked at Christine with bright eyes, saying, "Christine, I don't have much time left in this world."

Christine cocked an eyebrow.

Her eyes revealed a hint of mockery.

"You're dying? What does it have to do with me? You should hurry up and take care of your own business in your last few days. But you came to see me over and over again... What do you want?" The harsh remark pierced Kristina's heart like a sharp knife.

She shuddered violently. Her face turned slightly pallid.

Gazing at her dear sister, she said dolefully, "Christine, I never want anything from you. I just hope..."

"Now you don't want anything from me, you should go! I don't want to see you ever again."

Christine cut her short, then whipped around and stalked toward the outside.

Seeing this, Kristina panicked.

She wanted to grab Christine to stop her from leaving, but she dared not to.