Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 416

Raymond watched as Tyler slowly pushed himself upright, a shadow of sadness flickering in his eyes.

“Got any whiskey?” Raymond asked.

Tyler didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed the call button beside the bed.

A moment later, the housekeeper arrived.

“Mr. Erickson.”

“Bring us a few bottles,” Tyler said, dabbing at the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “They’re in the cellar.”

Raymond glanced at the housekeeper and rattled off the names of a few wines.

She looked to Tyler for a nod, then hurried off.

Raymond’s gaze lingered on Tyler, who kept wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. With a grimace, Raymond snatched a box of tissues from the table and tossed it over.

They sat in silence, waiting for the drinks.

Raymond turned to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, taking in the sweeping view of the garden outside. The scenery was almost serene.

But as he remembered this was Tyler and Emilia’s home—the house they’d moved into after their wedding—resentment twisted in his chest.

Why should they get to be with her, and not him? Tyler, Theodore—they both had a place in her life, but he didn’t. The bitterness welled up inside him.

The housekeeper returned with the wine, set it down, and slipped quietly away.

Raymond poured himself a generous glass of red and took a long drink before breaking the silence. “After you came back that year, how long did it take her to recover?”

Tyler’s gaze dropped, his expression clouding as memories surfaced—Emilia, covered in blood, her face contorted in heartbreak and agony. The ache in his chest grew sharper.

“More than a month,” Tyler finally replied. “She’s never been the same since.”

“So when you went off with my assistant to print and sign the contract, I told her what to do.”

Raymond looked up, meeting Tyler’s stormy eyes.

“She’d already suspected I might pull a stunt at the last minute. Still, her decision to go through with it—she made it on the spot.”

Raymond took another drink, his gaze drifting, lost in memories of that deep autumn years ago in Cerulion.

By the frozen pond that day, it was just him, Emilia, and his men. The laws there were different, and his people weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.

Tyler and Emilia, to prove their sincerity, had left their security detail fifty yards away. She had been utterly vulnerable.

It was then, in that moment of weakness, that he revealed his true intentions to her—and had his men put on a little show to scare her.

He’d always had a twisted thrill for these cruel games. Watching the anger and fear on their faces gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction.