Who would inexplicably be so kind to Aoife, dressing her up and helping her move, and who knows what they did in the car during that time.
Finn felt a bit nauseous, with a thorn in his heart that made him wish he could just pluck it out.
At this moment, Finn did not realize that it was his fault from the beginning. He blamed all the mistakes on Aoife, starting to suspect that she had planned it all along, that she had wanted to leave him a long time ago, hence why she deleted and blocked him so eagerly after leaving.
Not taking away the clothes and jewelry he gave her was also because she had now attached herself to a wealthy man, and Ethan could buy her these things easily.
Finn felt deceived.
For someone like Aoife, his indifference was a punishment towards her, but now he couldn’t contain his anger.
A simple call to her financial company could make her life miserable.
Finn resisted the urge to do it.
What was Aoife worth anyway? He did not need to waste his time and energy on her.
That’s what Finn thought at the time.
But he had some strange dreams at night, dreaming that Aoife suddenly turned into someone else, entangled with Hamish Louis, and with other men.
He called her “Aoife,” but she didn’t turn back, looking at him with indifference. Those cold eyes sent shivers down his spine, and Finn was abruptly awakened.
Even after waking up, he couldn’t shake off that dream. There’s a saying, what you fear during the day will become a dream at night.
Was he afraid that Aoife was with other men?
How could that be possible?
Finn felt disoriented, his temples throbbing painfully. He massaged them, feeling the pulsing beneath his fingers.
For some reason, he felt that if he let Aoife go this time without interfering, he would never see her again in his life.
This thought was strange. As long as you were alive in this world, you would bump into each other eventually. So… how could he not run into her? Unless that person were dead.
Would Aoife die?
Aoife was as insignificant as a weed, seemingly fragile and easily trampled upon, yet weeds were tenacious, impossible to kill off completely; they would just grow back after a fire or storm.
Born in a rural village, Finn had investigated her past. She had endured all kinds of hardships, so how could she consider suicide?
Finn was always confident in his thoughts.
But what he didn’t know was that cumulative pressure, like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, often didn’t come from the final burden.
Finn dismissed the dream, not dwelling on it further, but some things were not so easily forgotten by ignoring them.
During work, a voice in his mind kept telling him to check on Aoife, to take care of her.
One day, Lily came to his office, inviting him to dinner. Finn initially declined, but she waited for him in the office, so he couldn’t refuse.
Regardless, this relationship had to be maintained. A wedding was in the plans.
Old Burns’s health was deteriorating rapidly, and the family doctor said he wouldn’t last much longer.
Finn didn’t show much interest in Lily. Though she was beautiful, her high temperament was off-putting. Controlling him was the last thing he wanted, despite outwardly accommodating her. Finn disliked the idea of someone trying to control him.
Engaging with Lily was just a show. Once he gained control of the Burns Group shares and the family’s legacy after Old Burns’s passing, the Dankworth family, including Lily, would be of no value.
He disliked her, but he had to play the part. When Lily arrived, Finn set aside his work to chat with her, then had his secretary arrange for dinner at a restaurant.
Little did he expect to encounter Aoife at the restaurant. They hadn’t seen each other for a week, and Finn’s first glance at Aoife was complex. But seeing the man beside her, his face darkened instantly.
The change in atmosphere didn’t go unnoticed by Lily, who was holding his hand. “What’s wrong?”
Finn’s voice was low. “Nothing.”
Aoife’s complexion paled a moment later. The cast was gathering for a dinner tonight, and Aoife had rushed over after receiving a call, unable to find the location despite asking in the group chat multiple times. Ethan had come out to meet her eventually.
She truly hadn’t expected to see Finn here. She wanted to say goodbye and never see him again, but in such a short time, she had run into him again.
The most ridiculous part was that she couldn’t let go of Finn until now. Seeing him caused her heart to ache involuntarily and fear to creep in.
These emotions were deeply ingrained in her bones, all subconscious.
“Let’s go this way; they’re all waiting.” Ethan didn’t notice her distress, taking her hand and leading her inside.
Finn observed this gesture, feeling a growing desire to sever their hands.
As Aoife passed by him, he found himself clutching his fist involuntarily, his entire arm tensing up.
Had Aoife really moved on with Ethan?
Why else would they be so intimate in public, holding hands like that?
She professed her love and inability to leave him, and now she was flirting with another man? Women are so despicable! A scandalous harlot!