With You For the Rest of My Life

"What do you mean?" Asked Burke.

"Nothing. I am just, "said Xavier, wiping the sweat on his face." I am just afraid that you will be partial to that Amanda. "

The look on Burke's face turned cold.

"Look, every time we talk about Amanda, we are in a bad mood." Xavier said with a bitter smile. "What's so good about her that makes you defend her like this. Do you really love her so much? "

"It's none of your business."

After Burke finished his words, he no longer spoke. Xavier snorted slightly, turned his head and drank silently.

A few minutes later, when Xavier thought that he could not get the answer of Burke, he finally heard him speak.

"Xavier, I don't Love Amy."

He was sure about the short message. After hearing that, Xavier turned to look at him in a daze.

"Everyone thinks that I love her, even you and Rose, but I know clearly that I don't love her at all." He looked straight ahead with an indifferent expression as if he was talking about something ordinary.

He might have tried to love her, but he couldn't.

He had always been clear headed and could not deceive himself.

"Then why do you protect her, provide her with food, shelter and pay off her mother's debt? "Xavier said the doubts in his heart, observing him with his eyes.

Burke took out a pack of cigarettes from the car drawer, his left hand groping in the drawer. After a while, he lifted his head and said to Xavier, "Help me lit up the cigarette?"

Xavier took out the lighter from his trouser pocket. The flame rose from the metal case with a click. In a slightly dark car, Burke was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He turned his head and saw the flame roll up the end of the cigarette. His face was cold.

He sat back on the seat and took a deep breath. The smoke rose before him and filled his eyes.

"Amy, she saved me before."

at him

that time, I just recovered from a serious illness, and my body was still weak. It's not

Asked Xavier. There was such a period in his

it. The countryside is quiet, but it is inevitable to feel bored. I remember that when I was recuperating, the servant sent by my father do not allow me to go out. I was only allowed to take a walk in the small

"At that time, I felt

broken short wall in the backyard of the

for a long time.

was another house. It was

villa. It was at half past two in the afternoon

of the piano was so beautiful, and it was the only comfort to him

asked the butler to prepare a blanket and chair for him in the backyard. He lied there under the blanket

thought that the person who played

sat on the other side of

fell ill and stayed in the hospital for four days.

on the afternoon of the day he was discharged from the hospital. He insisted on running

was still playing.

knew the person who played the

pressed the cigarette butt in his hand and spread it out. The palm of his hand was only slightly

years ago. The sound of the violin was melodious, and under the tall sycamore tree, his legs were covered by a blanket. As a gust of wind blew, the shadow of the tree swayed, and a leaf fell on his eyes and a dark green color was

music gradually stopped, and a soft female voice

you there?" She

on, they became close

before, but he

was the only light

health gradually recovered and fled away when the servant wasn't

pool outside the

once heard from her that she liked to go to the pool to play when she was free.

and found the pool