Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 337 So, it was true that Valeria had bought the spiced apple cider for Sebastian. Taking a sip, he commented, "It's sweet." "Of course it is," she replied. They didn't continue strolling and left instead. Valeria was behind the wheel, following the navigation to Sebastian's home. The GPS indicated that it was a 28-minute trip. Traffic in Slate City was far smoother than in Broburgh City. Ever since he got into the car, Sebastian was silent, but he asked, his voice raspy, "What if you were to return to when you were eighteen?

Would you still choose to love me?" The dim light inside the car, broken only by the flicker of streetlamps, cut across his defined features. His face was noble as always, and his cheeks were slightly hollowed. At the brightest sweep of a streetlamp, the deep loneliness in his eyes was illuminated. "We're in the present days now. There's no such thing as ' what if'." Valeria laughed, brushing off his question like it was a joke. "It would be nice if I could relive my life. Can you believe that I had three math multiple-choice questions wrong? I almost didn't make it into Stredview University.

She then focused on driving. ---- Two intersections later, she slowly eased off the gas. As the car fell silent, she began to properly consider his question. Then, Valeria explained, "If we had truly loved each other back then, we would still have found our way back together."" At that, Sebastian's voice trembled. "So, if you had another chance to start over, you would not love me again, would you? "Sebastian," she answered softly and calmly. "We just got married today." "What would it take for you to love me again?" He fought hard to steady his voice and stop it from shaking.

"Is my love that important?" Valeria asked. "It is," Sebastian insisted. A human would always be greedy. It was just last night when they lay together on that small bed. He had breathed in the faint fragrance of her hair, wishing so desperately that the moment could last forever. Valeria had agreed to marry him, and he'd been thrilled the whole night. For the last three years, he had been obsessed with her, dreaming of having her back. However, just a few hours after they got married, he saw how her eyes were lowered in sadness at the Grant residence.

Throughout his life, people had commented that it was impossible to understand Sebastian. Yet, he couldn't see ---- through the woman before him now. He couldn't understand what was truly in Valeria's heart. Valeria kept calm as she focused on the road ahead. She wasn't used to driving this car, and there was the faint scent of smoke lingering inside. She had smelled it earlier, but it hadn't been that noticeable until now. "My love is weak and minuscule." "You're not alone." Sebastian closed his hand around her fingers and pressed down.

"Ilove you, too." To him, he felt like the weak and minuscule one. Valeria's other hand was on the steering wheel. She instinctively pulled her hand back and held the wheel with both hands instead. Her skin still burned faintly where his palm had pressed down. After nodding, she gave a small grunt of acknowledgement . Then, she reminded him, "I'm driving." Asif to make up for pulling away just now, Valeria gripped the wheel firmly with both hands. On their way back, Valeria glanced at Sebastian through her peripheral vision. He looked calm, but his expression seemed riddled with cracks.

He looked so handsome and filled with intensity, yet his lips were tightly pursed as he landed against the seat. ---- Half-turning toward the window, he let out an occasional muffled cough. The cup of spiced apple cider was still in his hands. After coughing a few more times, he took a few more sips and quickly finished the rest. Valeria didn't drive fast. She wasn't familiar with this car, so the 28-minute journey was eventually delayed by another ten minutes.