Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 249

The car rolled to a stop in front of the police station.

Towering trees lined the street, their lush branches casting dappled shadows in the pale moonlight. The nighttime air felt cool and sharp, carrying with it a faint chill.

A gentle breeze swept past, teasing loose strands of Emilia’s hair, which she’d barely had time to pin back before rushing out.

Tyler glanced at Emilia, and the memory of that night at Lunar Manor flashed through his mind—how fragile and cold she’d looked, shivering in her thin coat.

Instinctively, he reached out, meaning to tuck her hair behind her ear, but she stepped back, eyes wary.

“Your hair’s messy,” Tyler said, frowning slightly, his gaze shadowed.

When had it gotten to this point, he wondered, that she was so guarded around him?

“I can do it myself,” Emilia replied, quickly fixing her hair on her own.

They walked side by side, neither speaking, until they reached the car.

Tyler opened the door and gestured for her to get in first.

They settled into the back seat, and silence settled over them like a heavy blanket.

Outside, the streetlights cast a hazy golden glow, the world beyond the windows hushed and still, hemmed in by silent woods.

Neither of them spoke.

Seconds slipped by, stretching into minutes.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Tyler finally broke the silence.

“I know,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the shadowy trees beyond the glass. “About your accident.”

Emilia nodded, barely audible. “Yeah.”

“That day on the staircase…I didn’t mean for it to happen.” Even knowing it wouldn’t change anything, Tyler felt he had to explain.

“It was chaos. I was trying to pull Joyce away, keep her from going after Vivienne. They were both out of control, fighting like mad, and I had to use force just to separate them, but then—”

Even if she’d lost two children already, she still had Bella.

Another long silence passed before Tyler spoke again.

“How’s your injury?” This time, he finally looked at her.

He took in her figure—still so thin, her collarbones jutting sharply, arms frail and delicate, as if she might break with a touch.

“I’m better now,” Emilia answered, voice steady.

Tyler nodded. “I’m glad.”

“I’m sorry I never visited you in the hospital,” he added quietly.

Emilia said nothing.

After a moment, Tyler’s voice came again, softer now. “Do you…blame me?” He lowered his eyes, looking at her, waiting.