He Wants to Buy My Heart—But It’s Not for Sale Chapter 08

He Wants to Buy My Heart—But It’s Not for Sale Chapter 08

Beside him, Delphine had woken too, tears shining in her eyes.

For no reason, irritation and disgust rose in him.

He did not even have the patience to comfort her.

He turned over and tried to sleep again.

Behind him, Delphine’s hurt voice came.

“Thayer, you were talking in your sleep.”

He said nothing.

But her words slammed into his chest like a hammer.

“You kept calling Selah’s name. You kept telling her not to go. I’m the one beside you now. How could you call another woman’s name?”

Thayer turned over sharply, as if he had seen a ghost.

“I really called Selah’s name?”

Delphine nodded hard, her eyes full of resentment.

“Yes.”

Thayer pulled at the corner of his mouth and said coldly, “Impossible. You must have heard wrong.”

He lied to himself and tried to sleep again, as if nothing had happened.

Delphine could tell he was in no mood to comfort her, so she knew

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better than to push him.

Just as everything fell quiet, Delphine suddenly felt the bed shift.

When she woke again, all she saw was Thayer’s back as he rushed out of the room without looking back.

She chased after him barefoot, calling his name.

But he seemed unable to hear anything.

He had made up his mind to leave.

He did not even close the door.

Just like that, he disappeared into the night.

Delphine was left standing there alone, stunned.

In the garage, Thayer got into his car and drove through the streets at three in the morning, completely lost.

He did not know where he was going.

He only knew he had to find someone.

Someone who could fill the strange emptiness inside his chest.

That person was me.

Without realizing it, Thayer drove to the café I used to visit most.

The door was locked.

Obviously, I was not there.

Then he went to my former best friend’s house.

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Back then, because I insisted on staying locked in a dead bond with Thayer, I had fallen out with that friend.

Now, when Bronwen Pike opened the door in the middle of the night, she was ready to curse.

But when she heard I was gone, she clapped her hands and laughed coldly.

“Good. Selah finally came to her senses and left you, you bastard.”

“Mr. Blackthorn. Thayer. Even if Selah were here, I would never let her go running into that brick wall again.”

“Do you understand? Get out. Don’t dirty my doorstep.”

Thayer searched place after place.

He did not find me anywhere.

At last, he sat alone in his cold car, lonely and defeated.

Finally, he mind-linked Beta Ansel.

“Find a way to contact Selah.”

“Tell her if she doesn’t come back, I’ll drag this out with her until the end.”

Until the end.

Those words sounded absurd coming from Thayer.

I had thought a man as arrogant as him would never learn to look back.

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But from the moment my mother died, my love for him had died completely.

My life now was good.

I opened a flower shop in a small Southern town.

I buried my mother at the foot of the ridge near our old home.

Every month, I visited her grave.

I left flowers at her headstone and talked to her for a while.

I told her I was doing well now and that she did not need to worry about me anymore.

When Ansel’s message came, I did not reply.

I blocked him.

Then I continued living my own life.

I thought Thayer was only acting on impulse.

That he simply could not accept life without me for a little while.

After enough time passed, he would naturally give up.

After all, he had never lacked women.

Delphine was still carrying his child.

Surely he would not truly give up everything he had for me.

But I underestimated his obsession.

Three days later, an unwelcome guest walked into my shop.

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The moment the glass door opened, a familiar scent rushed in,
ragged and wrong.