Chapter 982: Chapter 505: Extra Story: We Promised to Be Together for a Lifetime_2

Quietly listening to his daughter recount the happy times she and her mother had, Skyler Jones couldn’t help but picture her joyful appearance at this moment...

His heart felt a bit sour, and he didn’t understand why he felt so lost.

Her every frown and smile played in his mind at this moment...

And he suddenly realized that, in his mind, it was all about her now...

Her angry look, her joyful look, her coy look, her crying face... all the images imprinted in his mind over the past year.

He realized that he already couldn’t clearly remember the past her, but her current image was vividly etched in his mind...

He finally understood that the affection he longed for had always existed...

He was just too hung up on the past and neglected the present... unaware that over the past year, she had long made him forget the past, and her image was deeply engraved in his heart.

At this moment, Skyler Jones closed his eyes in pain.

Bali Island.

Christine Quinn thought she could fall asleep, but when alone in the deep night, she would still think about the past and all she had been through these days, ultimately finding sleep elusive.

The night view of Bali Island was beautiful...

Christine Quinn sat quietly by the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the beautiful night view of Bali Island.

Marie didn’t know when she woke up and walked over to her side, drowsily asking, "Mommy, why are you up?"

Christine Quinn hugged her daughter, "Mommy is used to sleeping late, sweetheart... go back to sleep."

Marie nodded sleepily, then climbed back into bed.

Not until she saw Marie back to sleep did Christine Quinn let out a heavy sigh.

Suddenly, she remembered the time he went with her to the Aegean Sea for vacation...

Back then, it was also on a similarly romantic love island, where he held her and told her that they would never be apart all their lives...

It was just a matter of days, yet it seemed like a world away.

Not allowing herself to think further, Christine Quinn returned to the bedside to accompany her daughter to sleep.

One day, two days, three days...

A whole week passed, and his longing grew increasingly intense.

Skyler Jones sat on the sofa in the room, staring blankly at the large, cold, quiet space.

The fatigue and loneliness on his face could no longer be concealed, and the accumulated, suppressed longing had twisted his usual stern coldness beyond recognition.

Looking around the room that lacked her presence, it was for the first time in years he felt this lonely.

Suddenly, images of her still in the room sketched in his mind...

In front of the wardrobe, she was helping him take out clothes for a shower...

In front of the bed, she stood on tiptoe and embraced him sweetly...

In front of the window, she stood there smiling at him...

The final images in his mind returned to the reality of emptiness, and his gaze finally fell on the small bottle of flowers by the floor-to-ceiling window.

At this moment, the flowers in the vase had already withered.

This was the first time he saw the flowers wither in the vase.

Every day upon coming home, he always saw fresh flowers in the room...

Sometimes it was roses, sometimes daisies... each time, the flowers were beautiful.

These flowers were like her daily mood, always changing, but most of the time, beautiful.

But he finally let these flowers wither in his sight, letting her lie exhausted before him.

In his life, unknowingly, he couldn’t be without her...

Not for responsibility, not for the past, but for the present.

Even without the connection from thirteen years ago, even if he knew the current her, he would still fall deeply in love with her like the past...

He was too slow to realize this...

But, can it all still be salvaged?

Because Marie had to attend school, Christine Quinn returned to New York with Marie as scheduled.

After the vacation, Christine Quinn seemed even more radiant than when she left, making her appear more youthful and beautiful than usual.

Skyler Jones knew Christine Quinn was coming back today, so he didn’t go to the office early.

Meeting Christine Quinn was in the home’s living room...

The family seemed to be in tacit agreement, knowing they hadn’t seen each other for a while, all left immediately, including Marie, disappearing in front of them, leaving just him and her in the large living room.

Christine Quinn could tell from Skyler Jones’s casual attire today that he was deliberately waiting at home for her return.

Christine Quinn smiled slightly at Skyler Jones.

The two strolled along the secluded path in the garden, and Christine Quinn said happily to Skyler Jones, "Bali Island is truly beautiful; Marie and I had so much fun..."

Skyler Jones silently listened to Christine Quinn recounting the joy she experienced with Marie in Bali Island, but in fact, none of it sank in.

Upon Christine Quinn’s inquiry as to why Skyler Jones hadn’t uttered a word, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, gazing deeply into Christine Quinn’s eyes, apologetically saying, "I’m sorry, Christine..."

Christine Quinn was puzzled by Skyler Jones’s sudden apology and smiled, "What’s wrong?"

"I owe you too much."

Christine Quinn soothingly said, "Fool... I really never blamed you; I’ve said before, the situation between us evolving to this wasn’t the fault of just one party... Since it’s already the past, let’s not bring it up again."

"Christine, are you mad at me now?" Skyler Jones asked hoarsely.

Christine Quinn replied solemnly, "Oversky, you really misunderstood... I’m not mad at you, really not..."

Skyler Jones squinted and asked, "Then what’s the meaning of sending the divorce papers to my office with the lawyer?"

Christine Quinn smiled peacefully, "At this point, you and I both know we can’t continue any further... The decision I’m making now is the consensus we came to in France."

"But I don’t want a divorce." Skyler Jones suddenly grasped Christine Quinn’s shoulders, seriously saying, "Christine... during the days you were away, I thought about a lot..."

Christine Quinn looked at him quietly.

His voice was hoarse, "Without you by my side, I’m not accustomed to anything... When showering without you bringing me clothes, I always forget to take clothes into the bathroom; at night, without you next to me, I toss and turn, unable to sleep; during the day, thinking about you not being home, I don’t even have the desire to come home..."