Mend My Broken Heart 69 The Press Conference 3

Many women wept on their screen and one of them was Lizzy. She still was not over him. No matter how many bottles of wine she drank.

Why was her stupid heart still shouting his name?

Maybe now, she could finally gave up on him. Looking at the man on the screen, she clearly saw how attentive he was to Misha. He was the one who opened the bottled water for her. He even wiped the corners of her mouth after drinking. The way Lyndon stared at Misha was clearly showed how valuable the woman is.

She looked at Misha with envy in her eyes. She wished she was the one who was beside him. She wished that she was the one whom he cherished and loved but, reality she's not. She could only watch them from afar and be bitter from it.

She gulped down the remaining wine in the gla.s.s in one go.

***

After a while the press became quiet as what Duke urged them to do.

The reporters lost the urge to question because of Lyndon's revelation. They stayed silent.

Lyndon finished wiping Misha's lips after she drank water clumsily. It also showed that she could not move so much.

"I love her. Only her. No other woman in this lifetime and other. Then, during our wedding, someone gate crashed." he chuckled at this thought. During his time with Misha in Paris he picked up some of her sarcasm.

Some of the reporters chuckled but the air around Lyndon became suffocating. It was like he's unleas.h.i.+ng his anger at the moment.

Many of the reporters gulped their saliva down. It's an uncomfortable feeling.

Lyndon looked serious.

"She wounded my little wife and me and after she just left just like that. The whole venue was in chaos. I was shot in my chest and she was stabbed in her heart." he narrated the same story he heard from his father. Every time he tried to recall that day, he feel pain in his chest.

The reporters gasped from the events he narrated.

The online world became silent and they also felt anger and pain in them. How could such a cruel person exist?

The press con ended after his narration as the questions from the drop box were almost the same. They just conceded as they have got what they wanted. They were also people with families and they can sympathize Lyndon and Misha's want of privacy. They just hoped that the person that was responsible in that nightmare was caught and make her pay of the crime she committed.

***

He had been long standing there, rooted. As much as he wanted to comfort Misha, she already has someone beside her to do that.

Brandon turned around and left the venue even before someone noticed him. He took the earliest flight to return to Paris.

He went there to confirm if he had completely forgotten her. He wanted to see if he stopped dreaming about his happy ending with her.

He sighed deep and looked outside the window. He can only see clouds like his thoughts, it was devoid of clarity.

When he landed in Paris, it was still night time.

He did not know why but he wanted to drown himself with alcohol. He wanted to forget the pain he's currently feeling. Perhaps it was hopelessness.

He arrived at Allure.

He's a regular there so when the waiters saw him, they automatically booked the room he frequented. The room where they met again.

He kept reminiscing the night he saw her. She's still beautiful and aloof. She was like a wild flower that stands alone in the wilderness.

That night, he was actually quite shaken and because of it, he was at the corner just staring at the woman who will never be his.

That night, he actually went down on the common area. Where the dance floor was located. It was late at night but the bar was just getting started. He sat down at the bar counter and ordered whisky on the rocks. He kept twirling his drink and didn't notice the woman who sat beside him.

The woman kept drinking even though its clearly that she's completely drunk.

He glanced at his side when he heard someone's hiccupping. He stared at the woman beside him. She was beautiful French woman-- red haired and emerald eyes. Her face was very cute and her aura screamed elegance even though she was drunk.

He did not know why but, he called the waiter to stop giving the woman with alcoholic drinks. Instead, he requested the bartender to give her something that could ease her drunkenness.

After his fifth gla.s.s, he left the bar with a woman in his arms.