Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 237

The room fell silent again.

Only the faint clinking of cutlery echoed as Emilia fed Bella.

Tyler sat quietly, watching the smooth, practiced movements of the woman across from him, trying to decipher the meaning behind her earlier tone. Was she mocking him, or was she actually being compliant? There hadn’t been a trace of sarcasm in her voice. If she was obedient, wasn’t that exactly what he wanted? Then why didn’t it make him feel triumphant?

Dishes arrived one after another. Bella patted her stomach and announced, “Miss Emilia, I’m full.”

“There’s a little TV over there. How about I turn it on for you?” Emilia lifted Bella from her chair and took her to the restroom first.

It was a suite, with a dining room and a couple of smaller lounges. Emilia switched on the TV in the adjacent sitting room and put on an episode of Tom and Jerry for Bella.

Only then did she return to her seat, eating quietly from her own plate as the sky outside faded gradually into dusk.

At last, Tyler broke the silence. “Lately, I keep remembering things from before.”

Emilia looked down at her plate, saying nothing.

“I remember how we traveled to so many countries together. How we worked side by side, building everything from scratch.”

He reached for the wine and poured her a glass. “I need to take Bella home soon,” Emilia said, declining.

“I’ll have Israel pick you up with the car,” Tyler replied, pouring himself a glass as well. “It’s very light. I know your health hasn’t been great since the accident.”

She glanced at the glass—he was right, it looked almost like juice. Emilia accepted it, but only took a small sip before setting it down.

Tyler, on the other hand, kept his glass in hand. Staring out at the calm sea, he said quietly, “I remember our wedding. The meals you used to cook for me. Our home. How you were always there, right by my side.”

“And…”

“And?” Emilia pressed.

“He just laughed,” Tyler said.

A bitter smile curved Emilia’s lips. She set down her fork, picked up her glass, and turned her gaze out to the sea, taking a sip.

“So, why did you go see him?” she asked quietly.

Tyler dodged the question, letting his eyes drift around the suite instead. “Do you remember?” he said. “Five years ago, the day he lost the case and went to prison—we came here. This very restaurant.”

A breeze swept over the water, leaving ripples across the surface. Emilia stared out at the waves.

Of course she remembered. Five years had passed. That was the day she finally escaped that monster for good.