Gluey Love Between Us

Chapter 7

"Victor, get in the car." Anson stopped the car before Victor and waved at him with a smile.

Victor only looked away after a long while and walked toward the car gracefully.

After he got into the car, he leaned his back in the car seat and concealed the pain in his eyes. However, his clenched jaws had betrayed his emotion.

His hands were resting weakly on the sides of his body, and the wound on his forehead was throbbing with pain.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

Anson turned on the engine and glanced at Victor through the rear-view mirror.

He was puzzled. Anson had not seen such a painful expression on Victor’s face in a very long time.

Victor, who had always been regal and indifferent toward others, gave off a noble and elegant aura.

He was also as fierce and intense as the rumors suggested!

If Anson was not Victor's longtime friend, Anson would not dare to ride in the same car with Victor. Only a few people could withstand Victor's powerful presence.

Anson did not dare to say a word and drove quietly.

After a long while, Victor finally calmed down and said slowly, "Anson, her name is Eden."

Anson tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly when he heard that.

Anson did not have to ask any question to know which "Eden" Victor was talking about.

Victor never let anyone say the name "Eden". Why did he suddenly bring it up now?

From Anson's point of view, he believed that overthinking led to exhaustion. Physical exhaustion could be relieved after a proper rest, but emotional exhaustion would affect one’s mood and spirit. It could also harm one’s physical and psychological health. In fact, Victor was living such a difficult life because he was emotionally drained.

Apart from making money, Eden whom he lost, and his mother who was forced to leave him, he seemed to have nothing else that could give him the courage to live.

However, people had endless desires as long as they were alive. In this materialistic and competitive society, there were too many problems and troubles in life. It was important to regulate one's emotions and make the right decision. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

But Victor had never given up on Eden.

During the rush hour, the traffic was annoyingly congested.

Victor remained silent. He leaned against the leather car seat with his eyes closed.

Victor, the richest man in River City and the chairman of Alwynn Group, was extremely influential in the business world.

There was a saying in River City that it was better to provoke Satan than angering Victor Alwynn.

If one accidentally angered him, that person would suffer a worse fate than death.

It was rumored that he was not interested in women, and he was efficient and ruthless.

In just a few years, he had become the most powerful businessman in River City.

Through the rear-view mirror, Anson noticed that Victor had calmed down. So he asked with a smile, "Victor, do you want to have a drink? I've been looking for you all day. I haven't eaten anything yet."

He did not continue talking about Eden. It was not the right time to talk about her.

Under the dim light, Victor nodded slightly. Sunlight shone through the car window. Victor, who was dressed in an expensive tailored suit, looked even more handsome and powerful.

Anson observed Victor's expression through the rearview mirror and said, "Let's go to Capital Appetite Restaurant."

"Alright!" Victor answered a little impatiently.

Victorthen closed his eyes, but his regal aura could not be concealed.

He was thinking about how many trials and hardships a person needed to go through to have a stable home.

How many heartbreaks a did person need to go through to get a life partner who truly loved him?

So many years had passed, and he had yet found someone he loved.

Eden and his mother had left him.

His Eden was all grown up. She must be a beautiful young woman now.

He realized it had been eighteen years. Eden should be twenty-four years old this year.

But he had not found Eden yet.

The night she went missing was the worst night of his life. He would relive the painful memory every time he had a drink.