Regretful Tears Won't Bring Her Back novel Chapter 82

Jacob was already dating Natalie. Liesel couldn't bring herself to be intimate with him.

After everything that had happened today, how could they possibly connect on that level?

If she were to accept his kiss casually after experiencing all this, what would that say about her character?

Breathing heavily, Liesel pushed Jacob off her. Her cold gaze was fixed on him as she slowly spoke.

"We're divorced, Jacob. So please, stop it."

For a moment, it seemed like Jacob truly halted in his actions.

His gaze lingered on Liesel's face as if he were searching for something or trying to understand the emotions playing across her features.

Liesel's lashes trembled as she repeated, "Your girlfriend is Natalie."

Not Liesel Sharp.

Finally, Jacob released her.

Whether it was her words that reached him or because he recognized who she was, he didn't continue further.

Liesel lay back on the bed while trembling slightly in the chill of the night.

Once she calmed down, she retrieved a blanket from the cabinet and settled on the couch.

As the lights in the room dimmed, she felt her body and heart grow cold. She curled up into a ball as if seeking warmth and comfort in her own insecurity.

Eventually, she drifted into a deep sleep.

After some time, Jacob opened his eyes. His dark gaze was no longer icy.

He turned on the bedside lamp, filling the room with light. After that, he retrieved a medical kit from the nightstand.

Seemingly sober now, he walked slowly to Liesel and gently removed the bandage wrapped around her hand.

Her palm had turned a bit pale from soaking in the water earlier. A jagged wound, roughly three inches long, marred her fair hand.

A flicker of concern crossed Jacob's eyes as he applied antiseptic to the wound.

At this moment, dawn was approaching, and the sun was about to rise.

She hazily recalled the stunning fireworks and the magnificent sunrise that Elijah had taken her to see a few days ago.

The sky was dim, but light was breaking through.

Liesel threw off the blanket and changed her clothes. Once she stepped outside, she felt a sharp breeze.

This season shouldn't be this cold, but the air felt brisk at this hour.

Fortunately, she was dressed warmly. With a thick coat wrapped around her, the chill didn't bite too harshly.

In the courtyard stood an old swing. It was worn from years of use.

Over the past three years, Liesel had often sat on it, swaying gently while enjoying the night view.

As she took a seat on the swing, she tilted her head to watch the sky brighten. She could see the brilliant red starting to glow at the horizon.