Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 134: If I Say I Regret It, Is It Too Late? (Part 2)

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: If I Say I Regret It, Is It Too Late? (Part 2)

Hearing him mention Seraphina, Ethan Sterling’s foot that was about to kick the potted plant froze in place.

He took two steps back and sat down on the snow-covered steps with a frown.

"You head back, I want to be alone for a while."

Nathan Foster watched him for a moment, wanting to say something, but swallowed his words.

Chloe Foster was a significant reason Ethan Sterling and Seraphina Thorne reached this point today.

At this moment, what face does he have to mention Seraphina to Ethan Sterling?

"Then I’ll head back first. If you need anything, contact me anytime. I’ll do my best with Caleb Thorne’s case."

Opening the car door and getting into the driver’s seat, Nathan Foster started the car and drove off.

The front of the villa became quiet again.

Ethan Sterling sat on the steps, staring at the falling snow in midair, immobile like a statue.

The snow had unknowingly gotten heavier, its beauty indescribable.

He knew.

Seraphina loves snowfall.

When they went skiing together, they even planned.

Once it snows in Jadeston, they would take time off to go skiing in the suburbs and have a barbecue in the snow.

But unfortunately...

All these seem impossible now.

Ethan Sterling lowered his head, raised both hands to support it, and let out a long sigh.

Letting snowflakes land one by one on his head and shoulders.

Someone approached through the snow and stopped in front of him.

Ethan Sterling looked up and saw a pair of light brown boots.

His gaze traced up from the shoes to see Seraphina Thorne’s face, and his eyes brightened.

Then, unsure, he blinked again.

Once certain that it was indeed Seraphina standing in front of him, Ethan Sterling stood up abruptly.

"Seraphina?"

With his movements, the snow on him shook off, like a large snowfall.

Unbeknownst to him, the cigarette in his hand had burned to the end, and it wasn’t until his fingers were burned that Ethan came to his senses and hurriedly tossed the cigarette away.

"You... what are you doing here?"

Seraphina gazed at the man’s face through the snowflakes.

"Can I come in and sit for a while?"

"Of... of course." Ethan Sterling quickly fumbled for his keys, opened the door, "It’s cold outside, come in quickly."

Seraphina followed him into the living room, and Ethan shut the door.

Seeing that there was snow she hadn’t brushed off on her back, he instinctively stepped forward to help pat away the snow on her hair.

"You must be cold, hold on a sec."

Without taking off his shoes or coat, Ethan Sterling hurried into the kitchen.

A moment later, he came out holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate, handing it to her.

"Careful, it’s a bit hot."

Seraphina reached out for the cup, wrapping her cold hands around it.

With the steam rising from the cup, the snowflakes on her eyelashes turned to water droplets, looking like a few tears.

Ethan Sterling watched her for a moment, instinctively stepping forward, raising his hand to reach for her, but withdrew halfway.

Suppressing the urge to embrace her, he circled the coffee table and sat opposite her.

"You don’t need to worry about Caleb Thorne’s case, Nathan is already working on it."

Bending over, he pushed the tissues on the table towards her.

"Your eyes... have snow in them."

Seraphina lifted her gaze, landing on the back of Ethan’s hand.

His right hand was visibly swollen, with two spots on the knuckles already broken.

"Your hand..."

"Ah..." Ethan Sterling withdrew his hand, "It’s nothing, just a scratch... accidentally."

Seraphina bit her lip, "Even now... you want to lie to me?"

"I..." Ethan lowered his eyelashes, speaking nonchalantly, "I went to the hospital, found Adrian Chamberlain... wasn’t in a good mood and punched him a few times."

"So, you didn’t go to the civil affairs bureau today because of this?"

"Sorry." Ethan Sterling tugged at the corner of his lips, "Tomorrow then, I’ll go to the civil affairs bureau first thing. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t stand you up again."

Seraphina didn’t respond, lifting the cup to take a small sip of chocolate.

Ethan Sterling was indeed good at making this, just the right amount of sweetness and richness without being too sweet.

Unfortunately...

She would never have it again.

"Today the property manager called, saying this house is under my name." Seraphina looked up, meeting his eyes, "You put the villa in my name, didn’t you?"

"It’s your gift, isn’t it?" Ethan shrugged, "Of course, it has to be under your name; otherwise, how could it be called a gift?"

"Then... contact me when you transfer it back."

"You..." Ethan was startled, "What do you mean by that?"

"This is the house you bought, I can’t accept it."

"But I gave it to you." Ethan frowned, "Can’t you accept a gift?"

"This gift is too expensive, I can’t take it, and..." Seraphina took a box with the wedding ring from her bag and gently placed it in front of him, "I’ll return the ring to you as well."

Not taking the gift.

Returning the ring too.

Does she just want to sever ties with him?

Doesn’t want to leave any trace of him?

Gazing at the ring box on the table, Ethan’s brows tightened, and he stood up abruptly from the sofa.

"If you don’t want it, just throw it away, no need to return it to me, and for this house, if you don’t like it, sell it or burn it down, I, Ethan Sterling, never take back gifts I’ve given!"

Seraphina hadn’t expected him to suddenly flare up.

Startled, she finally regained her senses.

"Ethan Sterling, I’m sorry..."

"I’m sorry, the thing I hate hearing most is you saying sorry!" Ethan took a deep breath and shouted, "Did you come here just to return these things? Do you hate me that much?"

Seraphina pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say.

She simply set down her cup and picked up her bag.

"Then I’ll go now."

Turning around, she hurriedly opened the living room door.

Panic-stricken, she even forgot to take her coat.

Hearing the door close, Ethan Sterling finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Since you don’t want me, what’s the use of me keeping this?"

Grabbing the ring box from the table, he lifted his right hand and smashed it hard.

The ring box hit the floor-to-ceiling window, bounced back towards the door, breaking into pieces. The ring inside clinked as it fell out, rolling lopsidedly and stopping at the door.

Frowning, Ethan Sterling stared at the ring.

Suddenly, he dashed over, carefully picking up the ring and wiping it with his shirt.

Seeing it wasn’t damaged, he sighed with relief.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the foyer, noticing the coat Seraphina had left behind, Ethan hesitated.

Grabbing the coat, he yanked open the door and chased after her.

Glancing left and right, he spotted a slender figure on the sidewalk in the distance, and hurried over, draping the coat over her shoulders.

"Are you an idiot, not wearing a coat in this cold?"

Seraphina stopped, pressing her lips and lowering her head.

"I’m sorry, I..."

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry... is that all you have to say to me?" Ethan interrupted her with a frown, "I don’t want to hear you say sorry. Did I do all this just for your apologies?"

"Then what do you want me to say?" Seraphina lifted her face, eyes red, "We’re getting a divorce, what else can I say? If I say I’m regretting it, would it make a difference?"