A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1429

After the chaos, amidst the charred remains of a forest that had weathered a bombing, only Evan and Gianna remained, accompanied by the distant whirring of two helicopters.

“Go on, leave,” Evan urged.

Gianna stood frozen, her voice a stranded whisper when she finally spoke. “Evan, remember when you said if you didn’t make it back from the Area Opaca, I should just find someone and settle down? Now that you’re out, do you still feel the same?”

Before, Gianna’s words were always laced with a tentative hope, never daring to confess outright.

But now, she shed her reservations, laying her heart bare before Evan.

Evan fet out a heavy sigh, his face a mask of resignation. “I’m a descendant of the Gregorys. Once Yates figures that out, he won’t stop until I’m in his grasp.”

He knew well the ruthless nature of Xavier, who would undoubtedly betray Evan’s identity to Yates at the first opportunity. And with Yates on their trail, Gianna would have no future with him.

As Evan grappled with his thoughts, Gianna reached out, her hand pale and trembling, and seized his wrist. Her eyes were earnest as she gazed at him. “Don’t worry about dragging me down. I chose this. Whatever comes our way, I’m ready.”

over the years, grown so strong that she would follow him into the abyss

feel the weight of her unwavering love. Yet, it was his own fears that held him back.

carefully,” Gianna said with a pointed look at the helicopters. “If you agree, we fly away together. If not, I’ll marry someone else.” Her words drew his gaze to the two aircraft, each

ahead and marry,”

each step backward, her disappointment in Evan’s indifference grew. Reaching the helicopter, she

the rotor blades began to whir, the cabin shuddered with the weight of an additional passenger. Evan

fluttering of something like joy,

someone else. Why follow me?” she

lips before he

love, but the mere thought of Gianna with another filled him with sorrow.

by his candidness, could feel her cheeks warm. “Had you

followed his instincts; otherwise, it wasn’t just fear he’d have to live with, but

“Kiss me. Let it be your

but at her inviting lips. After a tense

shy. What’s your excuse?”

too familiar.