My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s)

Chapter 0550

Candice's voice was very gentle, but Alex acted as if he had received great shock and his entire body trembled.

His voice was shaking too. "Don't speak. I beg you. Please don't say anything… I'm afraid."

He was afraid to hear those ruthless and sarcastic words from her, and he was also afraid that she only felt annoyance and distance towards him.

It should not have been like this.

Things between them should not have been like this.

No… They were not like this in the past. It was him. It was him who had forced Candice to become the way she was.

Alex could no longer hold on to Candice and he kept feeling as if his body lacked any energy whatsoever.

But the harder he tried to hold on, the more force he exerted. But in reality, Candice did not feel much of it on her body.

Instead, because Alex had a drip on his hand, this sudden exertion made the blood flow back.

The lower section of the infusion tube was all red, and the place where the needle was inserted on the back of his hand began to bleed.

Candice had taken care of her grandfather before and roughly knew how to deal with this situation. She decisively pried Alex's hand from her arm and put it back on the bed.

With his hand empty, Alex stared blankly at her, about to speak, but heard Candice's voice, devoid of emotion. "Deal with your hand injury first before talking."

Alex shut up. He just looked at Candice with a dim gaze.

The nurse arrived quickly and dealt with the needle in Alex's hand efficiently, emphasizing once again that he should receive the drip properly.

Candice stayed in the ward for a while, then prepared to leave. "Sieg is outside. I'll let him come in and keep you company."

Alex opened his mouth. "Cici, I... "

Without turning back, Candice said, "Deal with your injury first before saying anything else."

Alex looked at her, a bit stubborn. "There's nothing else. What I want to tell you is, since the day I found out you were missing, I've been afraid. I wish I could strangle Oscar, or even myself. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been in such danger.

"Cici, please, give me a chance to make amends, okay? The old me was just a jerk..." He looked at Candice pleadingly, waiting for her judgment. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Candice's grip on the door handle tightened slowly. She listened to Alex's dry, hopeful voice, but inside, her heart was desolate.

She did not move, her gaze lowered, looking at her knuckles turning white from the force, wanting to speak but feeling her throat sore.

It was not until a while later that she summoned all her strength to say two words. "Not okay."

Of course, it was not okay.

Alex said that he wanted to compensate her, but how was he to compensate her? Where should he start with his amends and compensation?

Was it her few years of youth, or the self-esteem trampled upon when mocked and ridiculed, or the so-called protection that he spoke of, which caused real and tangible harm to her?

In the years she liked Alex, Candice had worn down her passionate feelings into a wasteland.

Everyone who got to know her later said she was rational, they said she was calm.

But would a truly rational and calm person stick by someone's side for so many years like this — watching him get intimate with others, watching him give up on herself for others?

Did it not hurt? Was it not uncomfortable? Did she not feel aggrieved?

It was just that her forcibly cast calm outer shell had locked these feelings inside her body.

Especially after she saw Alex's tolerant and gentle love for others, how could her already barren heart possibly believe in him wholeheartedly?

A child lacking love is both pitiful and tragic. She wanted to be loved, but always ended up not getting it.

When she was young, neither of her parents loved her. Later on, even Alex did not love her.

Candice used her entire youth to persist in loving him, only to realize later that she had never been worthy of love.

Because she could not even say she loved herself very much.

Those who seek love would only end up in ashes.

Candice had already been shattered once, so she chose to nail fences to the wall of her heart, isolating herself from everyone.

She could greet passers-by from within the fences, but she could never allow anyone in again.

She held onto the door frame, her own eyes starting to redden, her voice strained as if she had used all her strength to speak.

"Alex, how many people have you said these things to? Have you told Sonia this as well? You said everything before was fake, that you never had a relationship with anyone.

"But I've seen it all. I've seen how you defended Sonia, how much you liked her. You must be the most cunning liar in the world, with no flaws at all.

"You've done many intimate things together, said sweet words, and even have many secrets that others don't know... You've shown me what it's like for you to like someone, but why should I believe that you like me...

"You're so good at acting, what if you're also lying to me..." As Candice spoke, her voice choked up. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Candice was reserved by nature, even when she cried, she bit her lip and did not make a sound, just silently shedding tears.

She said, "I'm no longer alone now. I can't afford to gamble anymore, Alex, please let me go. You saved me, and now we owe each other nothing."

After saying this, Candice did not give Alex time to react. She just opened the door and walked out.

Outside, Sieg and Yana were still there. Seeing her coming out, Yana was stunned. "What's wrong? Why are you crying again?"

Candice said hoarsely, "Let's go back to the ward."

Yana did not care about anything else and just carried Ellis back.

Sieg watched their backs, raised his eyebrows, whistled, and then leisurely entered Alex's ward.

"What's going on? Why is she crying? Have you two finally poured out your hearts to each other after experiencing a near-death experience, and then were moved to tears?"

Sieg was teasing as usual. He looked at Alex with amusement until Alex raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes. Then, Sieg's smile slowly faded.

He hesitated for a moment. "What exactly happened?"

Alex's voice was hoarse. "She said that we no longer owe each other anything."

"Isn't that quite good?" Sieg replied.

"She doesn't want me anymore." Alex's voice was almost hoarse, with a hint of anxious grievance. "She really doesn't want me anymore!"

Candice said that he was a liar, and that she would no longer believe him.

It felt like a knife had been plunged into Alex's chest, right into his heart, shattering it into pieces and making it impossible for him to even breathe.

But he could not pull out that knife, because it was the one he had once stabbed into Candice's heart, and now she had just returned it to him.

Alex was in such agony that he could not hear any sound clearly, his eyes were blurred, and all he could think of was Candice's tearful plea for him to let her go.

He let her go, but who would let him go...

Despair filled Alex's eyes as he stared at the ceiling, enduring the suffocating sensation that even his bones were aching. He knew his retribution had come.