Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 786 His Persistence

The two of them sat face to face by the window.

"Steffan, I remember that Tristan Grey is your favourite tea. Shall we have that then?" Belle skimmed over the list of teas handed over by the waiter and said with a smile.

"Get that then, Dory. I'm truly happy that you still remember such details." He spoke in a somewhat serious yet excessive manner. The luster in his eyes could warm one's heart. The way Steffan spoke, it pushed Belle further into her guilt trip.

He had been nothing but kind to her. Belle was not a fool at that point. From the moment he had taken her from the States to Srirano, his care and consideration had been constantly meticulous. In this vast sea of people, she was moved by the fact that there was a man who cared about her so much. Therefore, she cherished their friendship and was even willing to give him a chance.

Until then.

She didn't seem to think so anymore.

To her, there was no love between them.

In order to maintain their friendship, she had to make it clear. Therefore, she quickly gathered her courage and said, "Steffan, you're like a brother I've never had. If you don't mind, I don't want to ruin our friendship."

The intention that came out of Belle's mouth was as clear as day.

Steffan had expected that she would say that, so his reaction didn't show a glint of surprise.

He gazed at her face, and a glimmer of light rose from the depths of his eyes. "Dory, I really don't mind. We've been like brothers and sisters all this while, no?"

Belle was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion as she stared at him, as if she wanted to distinguish the true meaning to his words.

Steffan smiled slightly and rested his palms on her hair, gently stroking them between his fingertips. His voice was calm and composed. "Dory, I understand what you mean. Let's live our lives filled with happiness. Don't worry about it. I told you, I'm doing this out of my own free will. You don't have to feel any sort of guilt or burden. In the future, no matter the status of our relationship, you'll always be my sister. I can promise you this. Don't be hasty in making a decision when we still don't know what the future holds."

He seemed to have seen through her thoughts as he spoke in a warm and caring manner. His expression was calm and composed.

Belle's throat tightened, a lump forming in her throat.

Steffan's attitude had once again exceeded her expectations.

She was a married woman, but he was still willing to lavish his affection on her?

It was destined that nothing would come to fruition between them, so why was he doing this?

She bit her lip and tightened her fists on the table, unsure of what she should do to make him give up on his feelings. After a while, she twisted her stiff neck and hesitated. "Steffan, I don't think you understand my painstaking efforts. Initially, I didn't know the truth of my identity. I could've been a poor, pathetic girl. And you are an impeccable man that I have no reason to refuse. But now it's different. I am a married woman. No matter what kind of life I had lived in the past, for the sake of my child, I have no choice but to go back. So, I can't promise you anything. Steffan, there are many good women in this world. I don't deserve you."

Her voice was very clear, as if she was afraid that he couldn't hear her clearly. In the end, she deliberately added more weight to her tone.

"Shh." Steffan raised a finger to shush her. "Silly girl, I know better than anyone whether you're worth sacrificing for. Trust me, I'm an adult, and I understand what I'm doing."

A sense of powerlessness washed over Belle. No matter how much she wanted to refuse, no matter how she said it, all her efforts seemed to be in vain when it came to Steffan.

"I have a streak of being unreasonable, and I certainly do not give up easily, unless you tell me I am in the wrong. Otherwise, I refuse to discard my original intention," Steffan continued seriously and persistently.

"But, Steffan, I..." Belle looked up, feeling very helpless. But before she could even finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Steffan. "If you can't even confirm it yourself, then you'd better not say it out now. Just wait a little longer. Maybe things would be different. Silly girl, stop being so persistent with your words."

After that, Steffan took a look at the tea in front of the table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea. He said in a caring manner, "Dig in, you'll be in a good mood if you eat more desserts." Then, he picked up a piece of cake and put it on Belle's plate, saying in a soft voice, "Eat up, and I'll take you to a good steakhouse later."

Belle's body couldn't stand the cold. On such a cold day, her body generated a lot of heat, and so she felt hungry. After saying 'thank you', she picked up the cake on the plate in front of her and put it into her mouth.

It was very sweet and melted in one's mouth.

Belle swallowed the delicious food greedily, but her heart was still restless and uneasy. Even the sweetest dessert could not dispel the bitterness in her mouth.

"Dory, promise me one thing," he asked in a serious and low voice.

"What's the matter?" Belle's body trembled anxiously. She raised her head, and when she looked into Steffan's deep eyes, she couldn't help but look a little flustered.

He smiled solemnly upon seeing her embarrassment. "Don't be afraid, I just want to pursue you, don't refuse me so quickly. After seeking the answer that you're searching for, and if you happen to refuse Calvin, then please choose me. Remember, I will always be waiting for you, unconditionally."

His words were earnest, his face filled with utmost sincerity.

Belle was flustered and defeated, for no matter what she said, she could not make him give up. In fact, for the past few months, she had often said these words of refusal to him, directly or indirectly. Nevertheless, she had never been met with her desired response.

It seemed that the result would be the same that time around.

In order to conceal her panic, she stood up.

"Steffan, it's getting late. It's time for me to go back to the dormitory," she said as she walked outside.

"Wait for me, Dory." When he saw her in a panicked state, he followed behind her closely. When they were almost at the door, he took her hand and said, "Dory, think about what I said. Just as I said, I will respect any choice you make."

Outside, the street was illuminated with lights, and snow was falling from the sky. As soon as she stepped out from the warmness of the cafe, a gust of wind blew in her direction.

Steffan held her hand, his voice gentle and soft, carrying a burning heat.

Belle looked at the fluttering snowflakes above the sky, and for once she sensed Steffan's burning passion for her.

"If the day really comes, then I'll promise you," she said softly.

A glint of hope was lit in his serious eyes, and it was vivid and touching.

"Really, Dory?" He felt a strange sense of excitement.

Belle smiled wryly. She thought to herself. If she chose not to go with Calvin, if she really did not have Calvin in her life, then there was no other man in this world who would treat her as well as Steffan did. Did she have any reason to reject him?

Therefore, she made up her mind.

Steffan had saved her. His company needed her then. She had to help him and repay his kindness. Although she might never be able to repay him for saving her life, at least she could try her best to repay him within her own capabilities. In this way, she would not feel like she owed him too much.

As for what would happen in the future, that was something to talk about a month later.

However, she was certain that after Yintern Group's car show the next month, she would be able to leave this place and leave Srirano.

As long as she returned to A City, she would visit her child, and everything would fall into place.

Under the dim streetlights.

A black limousine was quietly parked in the corner, and the car was fogged with smoke.