A Moment in Destiny

When Charles was suddenly pushed away like this by Georgia, he was stunned in his tracks and couldn't respond for a long time, as if his soul had been taken away. Suddenly, he clung to Georgia again. "Macey, I'm Charles, I'm Charles!"

"Mr. Read?" Her body ached from Charles's hug, and Georgia pushed Charles's body in dismay again. However, she was held tightly by him, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

"Macey, I miss you so much! I'm sorry I didn't protect you properly, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Charles whispered, an inexplicable fear gripping his heart and his body trembling as he held her.

"Mr. Read, I'm not Macey, please let go of me!" Georgia knew he was pining for his lover who was already in heaven, how could she be any different?

"No! Macey, don't push me away! I miss you so much!" Charles buried his face in her hair and murmured, "Macey…"

Still being held tightly by him, Georgia sighed inwardly and said faintly, "Mr. Read, I'm not your Macey. I can understand your pain of missing someone, not someone you're far away from, but someone you'll never see again. The feeling of eternal separation makes love eternal, but you shouldn't mistake me for her no matter how much you miss her! Because she should be the only one in your heart! You can love again, you can marry again, but no one can replace the only one in your heart! This is the only thing we should do for the one we love now!"

Her words fell on Charles's ears and Charles felt his heart broken, she was not Macey! He was reluctant to let her go, but at this moment, he knew he really had to let go, she was not Macey, Macey was the only one. However, in this life he would never be able to hold her hand again or see her smile again.

He let go of Georgia, muddle-headed like being drenched in cold water, his whole body cold and uncomfortable, "You're not my Macey!"

Georgia looked into his deep eyes, which were filled with the despair of grief.

He looked at her too, so closely that his withdrawn soul seemed to return. He seemed to come back to his senses and something seemed to be sprouting from deep inside, breaking through that elegant and dispirited appearance and leaving his mind confused for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Charles closed his eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry! I know you're not Macey."

Macey was already dead, and it was he who personally cremated her, personally carried her ashes, and personally sent her to the cemetery for burial, so this woman wouldn't be Macey. When Charles came back to his senses, his gaze sank and he spoke again in a low voice, "I'm sorry! Yes, there is no one to replace Macey, she is the only one!"

"It's okay!" Georgia didn't blame him for the offense. "Mr. Read, take care of yourself! The deceased are gone, and the living should be strong so that the deceased can rest in peace!"

Charles was slightly taken aback. "Have you ever lost someone you loved?"

Georgia smiled faintly, neither admitting nor denying!

Charles was suspicious because what she had just said was so thorough that she couldn't have made such remarks if she hadn't had such experiences engraved on her soul!

He looked Georgia up and down deeply, then turned to look at Arthur and asked wordlessly. Was that what Arthur had called him for?

because there was a woman here who resembled Macey! So Arthur asked him to come here to meet this girl? For what? To woo her? To make her a stand-in for

go in first and

her gaze

drifted away and tangled inextricably in his mind,

concentration. He was shocked at her resemblance to Macey, but he regained

nodded faintly and went to the

said in a cold voice and sat down. His mind, which had been in

with a complicated gaze. "Macey said she wanted you to find a woman

chided him in a cold voice, "Arthur, what do you mean by

not what

What was he doing?

a girlfriend to

that he called Charles. But when Charles asked him such a question, Arthur didn't know how to answer for a

look alike, she's not her!" Charles dropped these words

wheeled forward to catch up

walked out. As he stepped out of the door, he fell silent and didn't leave immediately.

and turned his wheelchair. It just so happened that Georgia was

"You shouldn't have told him that there is

––" Arthur was in a daze. "Yes, I'm

resemblance only means that we look the same; I'm not her after all. You called Charles here, which is tantamount to rubbing salt into his wounds that are so hard to heal. If I guess correctly, he

really crippled with my disability," Arthur whispered in chagrin, hanging

it, I'm sure you meant well! I believe Mr. Read will appreciate your good intentions when he calms down because not everyone is lucky enough to see a face that looks like their beloved again. For me, I'd rather have my

did Arthur find these sentences so full of deep meaning?

a look!" Obviously unwilling to say anything

Because a face that looked like his lover appeared suddenly, even though Charles knew that she wasn't the same person

put herself in

she walked

the dim streetlights was his handsome, frosty face with no extra expression. He was only slightly surprised

cold gaze and looked at him with sympathy and understanding