Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 391

“I can’t let her go.” Tyler’s eyes were tinged red. “I can’t live without her.”

Theodore said nothing, just frowned at Tyler.

“Theodore,” Tyler began softly, “You still have choices. There are plenty of women who would love to be with you. You don’t have to choose her—”

“How do you know I don’t?” Theodore cut him off before he could finish.

Tyler froze, staring at the sharp determination in Theodore’s gaze.

In that instant, he realized—truly realized—that Theodore was serious.

He really did love Emilia.

He wanted her.

And there was no one else for him.

…

Night fell, cool and quiet.

Emilia lay alone in the bathtub, hot water cocooning her in a soothing embrace.

As the steam curled upwards, her thoughts drifted back over everything—recent events, old memories.

She was only twenty-five, but her life had already seen more than its share of twists and turns.

Her marriage with Tyler was over, utterly broken.

She hated looking back. She only wanted to keep moving forward.

The image of Theodore’s eyes, filled with longing, surfaced in her mind.

She lowered her gaze, staring at her own reflection rippling in the water.

Truthfully, in that moment, it wasn’t just him—she’d felt something too. Her heart had skipped, quickened in a way she couldn’t ignore.

Maybe it was the heat, but her pulse was racing.

Was she really going to let him in?

Would she accept his confession, say yes to a future with him?

She felt dizzy, thoughts swirling in her head.

…

Prism Ivy House.

Theodore was gone.

Tyler was alone, downing one drink after another.

A bitter heaviness sat in his chest, thick and unmoving.

Theodore returned the greeting and headed straight for his study.

He spread out a blank sheet of paper and picked up a calligraphy pen.

Stroke by stroke, he began to sketch.

In no time, Emilia’s eyes—the very ones that had looked at him with that sudden, fluttering emotion—emerged on the page.

He stared into those eyes, his own gaze soft and gentle.

After a long while, he carefully dated the drawing and left the study, carrying the artwork to another room.

He opened the door.

Click—the lights flickered on, revealing rows and rows of shelves.

With his newest sketch in hand, Theodore approached an empty spot.

He wrote today’s date in the corner, then hung it carefully beside another drawing—one of Emilia crouched down, feeding a stray cat.

Stepping back, Theodore swept his gaze across the room before leaving.

There were countless shelves. Countless sketches.

And in every single one, the subject was the same.

Emilia.