The Love of the Racer
I Love you, Jesslyn.

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A feeling of grief was clearly reflected in a pair of windows Jesslyn's heart now looked dewy. The news of Verlin's departure for ever certainly makes him stunned.

It's hard to believe. Verlin, who had been known as a kind and friendly figure, was gone. The regret began to stifle the chest. If you know that his time in church was his last meeting with the deceased, of course he will behave better without leaving a sense of disappointment.

Still in Jeaven's arms, Jesslyn returned the man's gaze with a piece of pained taste. "When?" He said softly.

"A week after we didn't get married her health condition was critical because of her illness" replied Jeaven, who was able to read where Jesslyn's question was headed.

"So he's been sick all this time?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Jesslyn, sorry. In the end, I became the bad guy in your life.

Because I stabbed you in the back. Take the Jeaven from you.

Verlin's last line of speech was floating in Jesslyn's memory. He also remembered the pale hue on the deceased's face. Uh! Why was he able to ignore that pitiful expression? At once he felt he had become the most evil man.

"Why was the end of his life so heartbreaking?"

"It's his destiny." Jeaven intended to kiss Jesslyn's temple but the woman hurriedly looked away. Until that goal has to be paused.

The beautiful pearl hazel beast suddenly snorted in annoyance. Beated rough on Jeaven's chest with five clenched fingers.

"Why?" Jeaven was certainly astonished by Jesslyn's random attitude.

"You're an asshole, Jeav! You've brought Verlin to stand in front of the priest but the edges are not getting married. Can't you imagine how Verlin felt back then? Your heart is broken to pieces! Didn't you think you got there?!"

"Yes I'm a bastard." Jeaven admitted, although actually also in the midst of astonishment with the way Jesslyn's mind. It was not that she was relieved that she was angry that she did not marry Verlin.

"You should think before deciding and deepen your feelings before acting. Oh my God .. I really feel sorry for Verlin. You're evil, Jeav." Jesslyn slightly lowered her eyes which returned wistfully.

The heart warmed, which was what Jeaven felt when she saw Jesslyn's reaction. From the first he knew that the jewel of his heart did have a soft side like a stretch of silk cloth. The woman still had time to pity others even though her own heart was hurting.

"That's why I didn't marry her."

"What reason? Huh uh?"

"As you said just now."

"meaning?" Jesslyn's intelligent brain suddenly potatoes. He commented, but he was also confused.

Jesslyn's irritated expression that suddenly turned confused made Jeaven feel anxious until her heart was amused. His round eyes looked widened followed by raised eyebrows making him look like a rabbit child.

If possible, Jeaven wanted to take her home and hug her all day. But he must be patient until he succeeds in dragging the enchanted creature into the bonds of sacred promise.

"I can't marry except you."

"But I don't want to marry you." Jesslyn answered quickly without thinking for long. He was still staunch with his rejection. Even the sweet-sounding words of Jeaven were unable to touch the walls of the soul's recesses. "There will be no warmth of love even if we get married. And such a marriage would be far from happy."

Jesslyn squirmed to get down from the Jeaven sling. But he began to get upset because the man was still reluctant to put him down.

"Jess."

"Let me down."

"I love you, Jesslyn."

The deg!

"Very much love you."

The deg!

Jesslyn was silent because her tongue was reluctant to disown. How sweet the words of Jeaven to be able to invite shahdu vibrations in the recesses of the heart. Like a sukma drifting into awang with the melodious strains of a diction. Beautiful indeed for people who used to languish very high despair.

However, it is only a flash of taste that is now again supported by the human ego. His mind darted fast, dismissing the inner whisperings that were seducing emotions. His persistence will not be left eroded.

More precisely Jesslyn who now focuses more on an accuracy of the feeling of the heart. Still ringing in the head about the sense that when he was tired of treating the wound because it hurt. He did not want the dark feeling back to shade. This was the reason he was still afraid to put high hopes. Especially to a man who has been trying for months to be removed from memory.

"I told you to think before you decide. Including deciding what sentence you're gonna let slip off your tongue." Jesslyn. His eyes were very clear with a beam of disbelief. Jeaven's confession seems to be just a row of jokes.

Jeaven's sling slowly loosened as Jesslyn's body inched down to earth. But one of his hands was still left wrapped around the woman's slender waist with the possessiveness supported by the male instinct.

"You know how I am when I say, Jesslyn. Every sentence I say I must have thought of first."

"Yes of course I know. That's why I also still hold all your words first. Which is where you assert that you don't love me. A sentence you had thought of before it was delivered to me. Then what should I do? Must believe your booze just now? Sorry, it's too hard for me." The sentence struck Jesslyn managed to make the heart of a Jeaven pinched in pain. The man is like a bomb he threw himself.

Jesslyn took one step back to get away, but in vain. Backed by Jeaven's possessiveness, he pulled her back. Until both are in the same arms.

A pair of round eyes Jesslyn blinked softly as Jeaven led her fingers to boil on her cheeks. The distance of their faces close to usher in a breath to greet each other. A pair of windows of the heart does not refuse to exchange a full view of a million meanings.

"It's okay. Think of me as comfortable as your heart." Jeaven smiled understandably and tried to be patient in the face of Jesslyn's hard heart.

"Can you just act like you used to? Rather than now, I am more comfortable with your always harsh and cold attitude towards me. I'm more than used to it."

"Why should that be? I can't."

"You're doing something like this is troubling me." Jesslyn broke free from the twists of Jeaven's hand, turned around and walked down the sidewalk. Whether where he was going to go was obviously to stay for a long time near the handsome man full of charm could be a heartache for him. And he didn't want that to happen.

While looking at Jesslyn's back, Jeaven again commented on the smile even though it had to end with a heavy sigh. "So this is how Jesslyn used to feel when I repeatedly refused."

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