<h4>Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Are you forcing me to take action?</h4>


    His voice became increasingly hoarse and sorrowful, "I kept saying Matthew Saxon isn’t a good man, yet I’m not much better myself. I know no matter what, it’s me who’s let you down."


    He had held these words in his heart for a very long time, finally having the chance to say them, yet he didn’t feel any relief.


    The familiar yet painful ache once again swept over him.


    Henry Dales’ face turned suddenly pale, and he turned around with great effort against the pain, taking several deep breaths, struggling hard to control his voice from trembling, "It’s gettingte, I should go back, and you shouldn’t stay alone for too long."


    After he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked toward the cashier.


    "Sir, are you alright?" The cashier noticed his odd demeanor, startled by his face that was as pale as death.


    Henry Dales propped one hand on the counter, shaking his head lightly, pulling out a wad of money from his wallet, and after several gasps, slowly said, "Keep the change, make sure you watch over thatdy and ensure her safety."


    "Also..." He lightly tapped his lips with his fingers, gesturing for silence to the cashier, "I just have a bit of a stomach ache, don’t tell her."


    "But sir..." The cashier looked at him worriedly, knowing he didn’t want Scarlett Yates to worry, thus lowered her voice to ask, "Are you really okay? Your face looks terrible."


    Henry Dales just shook his head, when a wave of acute pain hit again, making everything in front of him gradually blur.


    Cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, and his back was also icy cold.


    No, he couldn’t copse here.


    He absolutely couldn’t copse in front of Scarlett.


    Hearing the light footsteps approaching from behind, Henry Dales hurriedly ced the money on the counter, turned, and left hastily.


    He walked faster and faster...


    The dizziness became more and more intense...


    He could hardly see anything clearly, each step felt like he was treading on cotton.


    The rain seemed endless, and the wind blew so fiercely, pelting him with bean-sized raindrops.


    A chill seeped into his body, making him shiver uncontrobly.


    Thest glimmer of light before his eyes disappeared, and he fell intoplete darkness.


    At thest moment of losing consciousness, someone caught his falling body.


    A familiar and heavy sigh rang in his ear, "Young Master, you just promised me you’d take good care of your health, yet so quickly you’ve broken your promise."


    The heavy sigh suddenly turned cold and sharp, "Again because of that woman, is this to force my hand?"


    --


    When Scarlett Yates walked out of the supermarket, Henry Dales was nowhere to be seen.


    The air still faintly carried a delicate and pleasant scent.


    Her expression dazed, she touched her forehead.


    After such a long time, she could still feel that cool and moist sensation.


    Everything that happened tonight felt like a dream.


    In her heart, she faintly understood a few things.


    It turned out, the three years of secret love hadn’t been entirely one-sided.


    It seemed, the person she loved so madly wasn’t totally indifferent towards her.


    He knew everything, yet never responded to her, nor gave her the slightest hope.


    From the beginning, he chose the Dales Family.


    So, even if he did have feelings for her, what difference would it make?


    As he said, living in this world, there are things more important than love.