Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 108: Mr. Hawthorne, What Are You Afraid Of?

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Mr. Hawthorne, What Are You Afraid Of?

Miles Sinclair gave Damian Hawthorne a deep look and smiled. "Mr. Hawthorne, you have excellent timing."

"If I weren’t on time, should I have just let you keep bullying her?"

"Damian, he wasn’t bullying—"

Cecilia Nathan was about to speak up for Miles Sinclair when Damian Hawthorne shot her a cool glance. "Don’t interrupt when men are talking."

Cecilia was left speechless.

"There are reporters outside. I’ll take you out of here first." Without another thought, Damian Hawthorne grabbed Cecilia Nathan and pulled her toward the exit.

Cecilia glanced at Miles Sinclair, knowing this wasn’t the time to chat and catch up.

It was obvious that Miles Sinclair had specifically carved out this time for them to talk alone.

Miles Sinclair was curious about her memories, and she was just as curious about how Hugo had spent all these years.

The reporters outside had long since swarmed the back door, just waiting for Cecilia Nathan to emerge.

"I got an inside tip. That Cecilia Nathan won the bids for a bunch of Miles Sinclair’s endorsements at an auction before. It’s definitely not a coincidence she was chosen to go on stage today." A reporter in sunglasses curled his lips in a satisfied smirk, raising his camera, ready to capture the crucial moment.

"I heard that too. They say Miles Sinclair has been in love with someone for a long time, and he came to Korsyth this time just to see her."

"You don’t think he came to see that Cecilia Nathan, do you?"

"I just saw Cecilia Nathan go in. We’ll know when she comes out."

Everyone was waiting for the moment Cecilia would emerge.

Just then, the back door opened, and everyone held their breath.

When they saw Damian Hawthorne and Cecilia Nathan walk out, the reporters were all stunned.

"Why are there two of them?"

"Why didn’t Miles Sinclair come out?"

"When did Damian Hawthorne go in?"

The group, hiding behind a car, looked on with utter astonishment as Damian Hawthorne and Cecilia Nathan came out together.

As if he knew they were taking photos, Damian Hawthorne shot them a nonchalant look and made a gun gesture with his hand.

The reporters sullenly lowered their cameras.

"Sigh, another stakeout wasted."

After seeing Cecilia into the car, Damian Hawthorne returned to the room.

As if he had known Damian would be back, Miles Sinclair placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

Damian Hawthorne glanced at it dismissively. "I don’t like coffee."

Miles Sinclair’s hand, holding the coffee, paused. He looked up at him. "Mr. Hawthorne, if you have something to ask, just ask."

"Who are you, really?" Damian Hawthorne narrowed his eyes. "The Miles Sinclair from Aethelgard High School died a long time ago."

Miles Sinclair smiled and sat down on the sofa, his voice deep and magnetic. "My apologies. You only *hoped* I was dead. But I didn’t die. I’m alive and well."

"Mr. Hawthorne, is there something you’re afraid of?"

"Afraid?" Damian Hawthorne let out a low chuckle. "There’s nothing in this world that I’m afraid of."

"Miles Sinclair, why the hell did you really come to Korsyth?"

"For Cecilia." Miles Sinclair stared at him steadily, completely unafraid. "I love her."

CRASH. The coffee cup in front of Damian Hawthorne fell to the floor.

Miles Sinclair was still chuckling. "Damian Hawthorne, head of the Hawthorne Family. Others may fear you, but I don’t." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"You shouldn’t be alive." Damian Hawthorne’s eyes were cold enough to kill.

"So sorry, but I was never dead to begin with." Miles Sinclair spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "Mr. Hawthorne, let’s make a bet."

"As long as I’m around, Cecilia won’t give you a second glance."

Damian Hawthorne’s eyes turned red.

He grabbed Miles Sinclair by the collar, his eyes lifting to stare him down, a smirk playing on his lips. "What right do you have to make a bet with me?"

"Whether she loves you or not has nothing to do with me."

Damian Hawthorne lowered his gaze nonchalantly, his tone lazy yet sharp as a knife.

As if seeing right through him, Miles Sinclair’s voice was flat. "Oh, I forgot. Mr. Hawthorne never cherished her. If you had ever once looked back for her, where would I even come into the picture...?"

"Damian Hawthorne, come to think of it, I should thank you."

"If it weren’t for you, I would have been single for the rest of my life. But your failure to cherish her gave me the courage to pursue Cecilia again."

"Thank you, Damian Hawthorne."

Even though he was just stating facts, Miles Sinclair’s words were like needles, stabbing viciously into Damian Hawthorne’s heart.

Damian Hawthorne’s stern face looked as if it had just emerged from an icehouse, suppressed fury simmering beneath the coldness.

’My failure to cherish her gave Miles Sinclair the courage to pursue her?’

’So it turns out, everyone was laughing at me for not cherishing her.’

’If it weren’t for Luna, would any of these other men even have had a chance?’

"Damian Hawthorne, as far as I know, you’ve always had someone in your heart, haven’t you?"

"What’s it to you?"

"Since you have someone you love, you should give my Cecilia back to me. Besides, she was my girlfriend to begin with."

"Your girlfriend..." Damian Hawthorne licked his lips. "You want a woman I’ve played with that badly?"

BAM. Miles Sinclair’s fist smashed into Damian Hawthorne’s face.

CRASH. The cosmetics on the table scattered across the floor with a CLATTER.

Damian Hawthorne stood up, ready to retaliate, but a sweep of his eyes caught sight of someone standing nearby.

Cecilia Nathan was standing by the door. He had no idea how long she’d been there.

Damian Hawthorne’s heart suddenly felt empty. His lips parted, about to say something, but all the words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

He didn’t know when Cecilia had arrived, or how much she had heard.

Thinking of how Cecilia had previously said they were just "playing around," Damian Hawthorne lowered his eyes.

’Now, the "playing around" part is set in stone.’

Seeing Cecilia, Miles Sinclair’s expression flickered. "Cecilia..."

Cecilia didn’t say a word. She turned and left, her mind filled with Damian Hawthorne’s words: "a woman I’ve played with."

Although she had long known what Damian Hawthorne really thought of her, hearing those words again was still painful.

’Played with. He really did just play with me.’

She had even aborted a child for him. Even if the child couldn’t have been carried to term, it had still left a scar.

Cecilia left, hailed a taxi, and went straight to her good friend, Chloe Sutton.

The moment she saw Chloe Sutton, Cecilia’s eyes turned red. She hugged her and said in a low voice, "Chloe, I found Hugo."

...

「Korsyth Azure Gardens.」

Looking out the window of the large, flat-style apartment, one could see an unobscured view of the river. Night had fallen, the lights were on, and the city bustled with a complex nocturnal beauty.

"Miles Sinclair is really alive?" Chloe Sutton shrieked. "I’ve seen photos of this Miles Sinclair before and heard of him, but his makeup and style are so varied. I always thought it was just a coincidence."

"Cecilia, are you sure it’s really him?"

"It’s him." Recalling what Miles Sinclair had said, Cecilia took a deep breath. "I’m sure of it. It’s him."

If it were just a resemblance, that would be one thing. But Miles Sinclair’s experiences were the same as Hugo’s. It wasn’t just a coincidence—it was real.

"If he didn’t die, then who did you watch get cremated back then?" Chloe asked again.

Cecilia fell silent.

That was what confused her, too.

Back when Hugo had his accident, she had personally watched him be cremated.

’Could a person come back to life and be rescued from a crematorium?’

The police had even issued Hugo’s death certificate back then.

If Hugo was still alive, then who was the one who had been cremated?