Never Met, Never Loved Novel

Chapter 2 Wilfred froze, trying to process what I'd said. He stood there in silence for a while. After all, we'd almost died together in the kidnappers' van years ago. However, I never once abandoned him. He hesitated. Just as he was about to reach out for my face, Adeline laughed all of a sudden. "You're breaking up with Willy? Pfft, like I'd ever believe that. "You have nowhere to go, and you're just playing hard to get! Do you think that little life-saving favor from back then is enough to keep Willy chained to you forever?" A cold glint appeared in Wilfred's eyes at once.

He hated being blackmailed more than anything. "People are always commenting on our dimples and how they look almost identical. "Why don't we dig out yours? That way, Willy won't mistake one of us for the other again." Seeing him hesitate, Adeline quickly clutched her stomach. "It hurts... All my life, I've never been hit. "Also, we hadn't used any protection earlier. What if I lose the baby because of her?" Wilfred looked at her helplessly, then finally nodded. The bodyguards immediately twisted my arms behind me. I stared at them in shock, my eyes wide open.

Before I could speak, he cut me off lightly. "Livy, haven't you always hated your dimples? "The cosmetic techniques at the Coleman Group are top-notch. Don't worry, it won't leave a scar." As soon as the blade pressed into both sides of my face, I was overwhelmed by pain. The bodyguards were Adeline's men. They twisted the knife tips on purpose, grinding them into my skin. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I used to hate every single feature that made me look like Adeline. On my eighteenth birthday, I'd waited so eagerly for Wilfred to show up and celebrate my coming of age.

But no matter how many times I called, I couldn't reach him. When I finally stumbled back to the small hideout we had been using, I saw two bodies tangled on that tiny bed. At that moment, I couldn't hear anything else except a loud buzz, and my hands trembled so violently I had to cling to the wall before I collapsed and threw up. He kneeled in front of me, grabbing my hands as he swore he had drunkenly mistaken Adeline for me. I cried so hard until my whole body shook. I kept asking him why he'd done that.

When I was thirteen, he ended up with cuts and bruises after fighting the thug who had been tailing me. When I was fifteen, he was on the run and couldn't even afford a decent shirt, yet he saved up just to buy me a necklace I had admired while window shopping. When I turned 17, I hid under my blanket while talking to him on the phone. "Are you crying? Why are you crying just because I said I like you?" On the other end, he choked on his sobs too. "I haven't given you flowers yet, let alone confessed properly.

How could I let you beat me to it?" I told him he had given me flowers so many times before. He refused to count those, claiming he'd give me a completely different bouquet when he officially confessed. But then came the second "mistake", which was followed by a third... By the tenth time, Adeline threw off the covers and laughed triumphantly. She mocked while puffing out her chest, saying, "Do you think you'd make the same mistake every time? Even so, wouldn't you have felt the difference? Olivia's built like a bean sprout.

You obviously have feelings for me!" Meanwhile, Wilfred merely stood there in silence, not denying it. With two bloody holes carved out of my cheeks, I was tossed to the floor like a rag doll as the crowd dispersed. Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.