Capture Your Heart novel Chapter 167

Pushing open the door of the living room, she walks in step by step, but is shocked by the scene in front of her.

In the huge living room, the lights are off, and the corridor leading to the second floor is lined with clusters of bright red roses. In the center of the roses are burning candles, lighting up the whole place like countless stars.

She goes upstairs surprisedly, and Troy is standing in front of the bedroom door, holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand, with his handsome face, deep eyes, sexy thin lips outlining a charming smile.

“Welcome back.”

He opens his arms, knowing that Karin will not jump over, but still secretly looking forward to it.

“What are you doing?”

Karin asks faintly, and silently enters the room with her luggage. The room is filled with the fragrance of roses, and there are even petals scattered on the bed, which shows that Troy has really prepared carefully.

“What do you think?” He hugs her from behind, “Of course I’m welcoming you back.”

“It is not a glorious thing. There is no need to make such a pomp.”

Right, she is not coming back willingly, but just to save Jacob. Her return is actually more like a deal.

“Will you forgive me? From now on, I will treat you well and never let you be wronged.”

Is it another promise? She smiles, and is disinclined to respond.

When someone has suffered the blow of experiencing the process of expectation to disappointment again and again, he basically loses hope for such things as promises.

“Do you want to go home? May I accompany you home?”

This is Troy's trump card. He thinks that no matter how indifferent Karin is to him, she will jump up happily after hearing these words.

However, he is wrong. Not only does she not jump up, she doesn’t even blink her eyes.

“No need.”

“Why?” He is puzzled.

“I don't want to go home now.”

“But didn't you always want to go back and get your father's forgiveness?”

She looks at him quietly, “It was before, and now, I have different thoughts and ideas.”

Troy sighs sadly, and hands her the flowers in his hand, “Do you like it?”

“Are there women who don’t like roses?” She takes it, “Thanks.”

She takes her pajamas and goes into the bathroom, also with the big bunch of roses, and locks the door of the bathroom from inside. She sits on the edge of the bathtub, thinking about that day, her heart is so wretched and desperate, and she cuts off her arteries. The blood running down to the floor is just like the roses she is holding now, glamorously and dazzlingly red.

She picks a rose, tears the petals into one piece after another, and throws it into the bathtub, then takes another one out, tears it into pieces and throws it in the tub until the whole bunch of roses is torn out and a pile of bare branches are left on the floor. There is a layer of petals floating on the water. She takes off her clothes and lies down, closes her eyes, and discards all the distracting thoughts in her head.

In the future, she will live only for herself.

Knock knock...

The door is knocked, and Troy says outside the door, “Karin, don't fall asleep, why do you take a bath for so long?”

She gets up lazily, puts on her pajamas and opens the door.

Troy walks in, glances at the petals in the bathtub, and is stunned, “Did you tear all the flowers?”

“I heard that using petals to take a bath has a good cosmetic function.”

“But I just gave it to you, and in less than an hour, you destroyed it like this?”

Karin shrugs, “What's the matter? Anyway, it will wither sooner or later if left alone, so it's better to use it to do something more meaningful.”

“...”

Seeing his rather depressed expression, she thinks to herself, since you let me stay, then I will stay obediently, but in the future, I will only do what you don't like me to do.

This is my best surrender to you.

At University of Zurich, Billie is holding a camera to take pictures. She has graduated with a master's degree and now a doctoral degree. Facing a new round of parting ways, Billie is more upset.

“Shall we have our last supper together tomorrow night?” She suggests.

“That sounds great.” The students agree.

Karin is silent. Usually, this kind of activity is organized by Billie, and she just focuses on participating.

“Karin, where do you think we should go?”

Billie asks her for advice.