My Wife Is A Gift From Heaven

Chapter 2 Do You Love Me

"Happy birthday, Lena." There were bags around his eyes as his tired gaze fell upon her, but even then, one couldn't deny a hint of emotion that rose in his eyes at the sight of Lena.

"Cliff..."

She felt at loss for words as tears ran down her cheeks. It truly had been so long since she'd seen him.

"What's wrong?" he urged. There was just something intimidating inside his gaze that would make anyone quake in sight.

Lena turned, looking down on the pavements beneath her feet.

"You...today..." She trailed off, trying to gather her nerves.

After a few seconds of leaning into him, she was finally able to raise her head and look him in the eye. "I–I don't love him that much. I think we broke up."

He stood there like a tree, guarding her from the howling winds and harsh rains. His arms enveloped her, pulling her deep into his warmth.

"You'll find a better man," he said softly. His voice was calming, enough to put even a baby to rest. "Don't be so harsh on yourself."

"Really?"

Cliff Huo that

"You will," he confirmed.

Lena's shoulders sagged in relief, almost losing balance at that moment. Her vision started to

was already starting to burn

– ever since they were kids. She'd always rely on Cliff Huo whole

her side, she'd be happy. It felt as if

then she didn't want him

was Cliff,

feel anything as she was carried up by Cliff. She didn't have the best immune system ever since she was a kid. As long as it was chilly out or too hot out, she'd always find herself catching a cold. She was always reminded to drink more vitamins or else they'd find her carted into

care of herself so poorly. However, just seeing her

of her the whole

that he called up left once the

emphasized, and his stubble decorated his face. Even if

herself staring into Cliff longer than she anticipated.

was right. This was why she never found the right

as if a colony of ants bit the insides of

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