Chapter 868
Thomas was silent for a few seconds before he finally spoke.
“No. Actually… I’m rather happy.”
But despite his words, Sharon saw not the slightest trace of joy on his face.
She knew this was his private matter, something she had no right to probe. Yet, considering how many times he had saved her, it felt wrong to turn a blind eye.
So she asked softly, “Thomas, did you… remember something?”
It was the only explanation for his strange behavior-he must have recalled something from the past.
His hand, steady on the steering wheel, faltered ever so slightly. “Something like that.”
“Would you mind telling me?” she continued gently. “Maybe I could give you some advice. Of course, if it’s inconvenient, it’s fine too.”
The car fell into silence. Even the air seemed to still.
Sharon assumed he didn’t want to talk and didn’t press further. She turned her face toward the blur of scenery rushing past the window, her thoughts drifting to the upcoming international competition.
Then, his voice broke the quiet. “I found the person I’ve been searching for all this time.”
Sharon’s head turned sharply. His handsome face, caught between the flickering shadows of passing streetlights, looked alternately sharp and indistinct.
In her mind, the image of Johanna surfaced unbidden.
Suppressing her curiosity, she said, “That sounds like good news. So why do you seem… unhappy?”
The night carried with it a heaviness, cloaking his words in a depth of solitude that had nothing of his usual warmth. “In truth, that so-called savior of mine… was never anyone but myself. I just projected my emotions onto her,
“There was a time when my life felt suffocating. Darkness pressed in from all sides, my mind on the verge of collapse. I could feel it-either I was going insane, or I was about to die.


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