Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 463

“Yeah,” Joyce replied with a small nod.

She watched the fireworks still blooming overhead and asked, “So… are you still going to cook for her?”

Emilia had always thought the new chef at home was actually Felix himself.

Felix chuckled and shook his head. “Silly girl. You really think just because things didn’t work out between me and her, our families would stop seeing each other?”

“Your brother isn’t that petty.”

Relief washed over Joyce’s face, though she looked a bit embarrassed.

Felix reached across and ruffled her hair, then focused back on the road.

Above them, fireworks continued to burst in the sky. Inside a suite at the International Hotel, Raymond Kaufman stood by the window, a glass of red wine in hand. On the table beside him sat a small wooden fox carving.

He’d watched the livestream earlier in the day. He knew Emilia had agreed to the engagement.

Now, he let out a rueful, quiet laugh.

“Come home a little late, and you’re late for everything.”

“Emily… is this really the right choice for you?”

“Is he truly the one you belong with?”

“And what about me? Who is the one meant for me?”

…

Rooftop garden.

Everything was aglow. Reflected in Emilia’s eyes were the flickering lights of drone fireworks blooming over the city.

She watched as the firework veil settled over the woman’s profile—her own, she realized—while in the distance, flowerbeds glimmered and a massive whale-shaped drone swept in, carrying a ring.

Then, against the dark sky, the name “Emily” appeared in glowing script.

“That’s me?” Emilia whispered.

Theodore nodded, then reached out and took her hand.

“Just like I always hoped,” he said softly. “Emily, I want to wipe away everything that ever happened between you and him.”

“Every scar he left—I want to heal them all.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and then he reached for her, cupping the back of her head. He bent down and kissed her.

It was nothing like any kiss before.

He kissed her as if he owned her breath, holding her so tightly it felt like he wanted to pull her into his very soul.

Fireworks kept exploding in the sky, but Emilia lost all sense of place.

All she knew was the heat of his body, the fever of his breath.

And meanwhile, down below—

In the car parked at the curb, Tyler looked up through the windshield, watching the fireworks and the couple locked in their embrace beneath them. For a moment, he almost couldn’t stop himself from running up there and pulling them apart.

But Vivienne’s words echoed in his mind, every single one.

He’d made a promise: if he stayed silent about what happened all those years ago, she’d never bring it up again.

His hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles white, pain crushing the air from his lungs. He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Emilia.

[Everything the Dennis family owns, I’ll give to you, no questions asked. I’ll find out the truth about your father’s death. I’ll take care of you, Emily. Please, don’t be with him. Don’t get engaged. Wait for me, will you?]