Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 722 Side Story: Efforts in Pursuing Her 4

Even though Simone was usually gentle and pleasant with Yelena, this was the first time Yelena ever

had someone begging her in such a meek and humble manner. Yelena quickly gave in, especially after

she recalled how Simone typically treated her like she was Simone's own daughter. "Alright, Ms.

Balkan. Please stop this. I'll think about it," Yelena offered.

"Ah, alright."

After dinner, Yelena prepared to head home as usual. Simone suggested having Hank send Yelena

home since it was getting late, and Hank nodded in agreement with her suggestion. While they were on

the way back, Yelena turned her head away and gazed at the night view outside her window. She didn't

bother speaking to the man at all. Hank knew that there was a huge gulf between them, so he didn't

initiate any conversations either.

They were halfway through the trip home when Yelena turned to look at Hank abruptly. There was a

rather exasperated look on her face. "Why didn't you speak up for me when Ms. Balkan was talking

earlier today, Hank?" Yelena asked. "You know that we're not together, yet you keep allowing Ms.

Balkan to hold onto her existing beliefs. She's only going to be sadder if she continues holding onto this

misunderstanding."

Hank was in no rush to disagree with the woman. Instead, he pulled the car to a halt by the side of the

road before he turned sideways to look at her. "Why are you stopping the car?" Yelena was stunned.

"I'm worried that things might get dangerous if I lose control of my emotions," he explained. Yelena was

silent for a while after that. "Look, I know what you mean, Yelena. I know that I made a mistake, and I

know that's why you've been hiding away and rejecting me. I've never forced you to do anything over

the years, and I've always tagged along behind you. I supported everything that you wanted to do.

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Don't you understand my feelings for you by now?" Hank asked.

Yelena couldn't explain how she felt after hearing his words. Her mixed emotions made her feel

helpless and lost for a while. Hank's words made a lot of sense—it was true that she had been avoiding

him in hopes that he would give up on her. Yet, regardless of what she did, Hank stuck around like a

loyal dog that she couldn't seem to get rid of. As time went on, Yelena found herself getting used to her

relationship with him.

Hank pressed his hands against her shoulders as he spoke in a cold and stern voice. "Well, I have a

question for you. If I give up on you and promise not to bother you from now on, would you really be

happy?" he asked.

Yelena parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out. "I…"

"You can take your time to come up with your answer. There's no rush," the man added. She lowered

her head and contemplated his question for a while before looking up once more. Her eyes were

brimming with tears at that point. "I really would. I hope you never show up to bother me ever again,"

she uttered.

Hank's face turned pale. "Did that incident have such a huge impact on you?" He was aware of how he

might not have handled things in the most appropriate manner back then. I shouldn't have refused

medication and treatment just because I found out about Elspeth's death. I shouldn't have asked

Yelena for a breakup back then. However, I was too emotional to make any sane decisions then, Hank

thought.

Yelena took a deep breath upon hearing his question. I know that he's aware of his mistakes, and I

know that he has been trying to make things right. Nonetheless, whatever happened back then has left

a splinter in my heart, and I can't seem to take it out, no matter how hard I try to do it. I can't remove it,

even if he's here to do it with me. On top of that, there's something even more unacceptable that I

haven't told him about…

Yelena sniffed before she replied, "Yeah. I'm still stuck in the past, and I can't let go of it. You shouldn't

waste any more of your time with someone like me, alright?"

He responded with a bitter smile. "When are you ever going to forgive me, then?"

"I'll never forgive you." Since the car was parked by the side of the road, Yelena removed her seatbelt

and opened the door to let herself out. "This looks pretty close to where I stay, so I can just walk home.

I don't want to trouble you any further."

Hank didn't chase after her; he simply watched in silence as the woman's figure grew further away from

him.

…

Yelena was somewhat surprised to see that the man hadn't come after her this time, and she noticed a

slight sense of disappointment within herself. Well, I'm the one who asked for this. He's just doing what

he's supposed to do, she thought to herself. The weather was rather chilly as fall had just arrived in

Damoria. Yelena let out a sigh as she rubbed her palms together.

After walking for a while more, she noticed a drunk man standing by the side of the road. She knew

how dangerous the streets could get at night, so she was cautious enough to walk around the man

without getting too close to him. To her surprise, the man leaped forward and held onto her wrist. The

man's breath reeked of alcohol, and Yelena frowned when she felt his breath on her face.

Yalana partad har lips to spaak, but nothing cama out. "I…"

"You can taka your tima to coma up with your answar. Thara's no rush," tha man addad. Sha lowarad

har haad and contamplatad his quastion for a whila bafora looking up onca mora. Har ayas wara

brimming with taars at that point. "I raally would. I hopa you navar show up to bothar ma avar again,"

sha uttarad.

Hank's faca turnad pala. "Did that incidant hava such a huga impact on you?" Ha was awara of how ha

might not hava handlad things in tha most appropriata mannar back than. I shouldn't hava rafusad

madication and traatmant just bacausa I found out about Elspath's daath. I shouldn't hava askad

Yalana for a braakup back than. Howavar, I was too amotional to maka any sana dacisions than, Hank

thought.

Yalana took a daap braath upon haaring his quastion. I know that ha's awara of his mistakas, and I

know that ha has baan trying to maka things right. Nonathalass, whatavar happanad back than has laft

a splintar in my haart, and I can't saam to taka it out, no mattar how hard I try to do it. I can't ramova it,

avan if ha's hara to do it with ma. On top of that, thara's somathing avan mora unaccaptabla that I

havan't told him about…

Yalana sniffad bafora sha rapliad, "Yaah. I'm still stuck in tha past, and I can't lat go of it. You shouldn't

wasta any mora of your tima with somaona lika ma, alright?"

Ha raspondad with a bittar smila. "Whan ara you avar going to forgiva ma, than?"

"I'll navar forgiva you." Sinca tha car was parkad by tha sida of tha road, Yalana ramovad har saatbalt

and opanad tha door to lat harsalf out. "This looks pratty closa to whara I stay, so I can just walk homa.

I don't want to troubla you any furthar."

Hank didn't chasa aftar har; ha simply watchad in silanca as tha woman's figura graw furthar away from

him.

…

Yalana was somawhat surprisad to saa that tha man hadn't coma aftar har this tima, and sha noticad a

slight sansa of disappointmant within harsalf. Wall, I'm tha ona who askad for this. Ha's just doing what

ha's supposad to do, sha thought to harsalf. Tha waathar was rathar chilly as fall had just arrivad in

Damoria. Yalana lat out a sigh as sha rubbad har palms togathar.

Aftar walking for a whila mora, sha noticad a drunk man standing by tha sida of tha road. Sha knaw

how dangarous tha straats could gat at night, so sha was cautious anough to walk around tha man

without gatting too closa to him. To har surprisa, tha man laapad forward and hald onto har wrist. Tha

man's braath raakad of alcohol, and Yalana frownad whan sha falt his braath on har faca.

"Hey, young lady. What's a gorgeous little thing like you doing out on the streets at night? What's more,

you're exposing so much skin. Do you want to have some fun with me?" the man said while checking

Yelena out. She felt disgusted by the man's gaze, but she tried her best to contain her discomfort as

she knew that it wouldn't do her good to start a fight with someone like him. "I'm sorry. I'm heading

home now, and my house is right up the street," she replied gently.

The man let out a scoff before he turned to look in the direction she pointed at. The Sullivan Residence

stood tall on the street ahead. "You should tell me a better lie if you're going to lie to me at all, young

lady. That's the Sullivan Residence, and you…" The man sized her up with his eyes. "You have really

thick makeup on, and I bet you just came back from a club. Do you think you can pass as one of the

Sullivans? What a joke!"

Yelena forgot about the thick makeup that she had on for her shooting earlier. She hadn't expected to

be misunderstood in such a manner, and she could no longer contain her anger at that point. "Who do

you think you are? How dare you talk about me like that!" Yelena hissed before spitting in the man's

face. Even though she didn't want to start a fight, Yelena wasn't a pushover at all. The events in the

past years might have taught her to be more patient, but she still had a temper.

The man hadn't expected to be shamed by the woman, and he was quickly triggered by her actions.

"How dare you mess with me, you young brat?! Don't you know who I am? I'm going to teach you a

lesson tonight!" With that, he grabbed Yelena's wrist before dragging her into an alleyway. Even though

the man seemed like a homeless drunk, he had a considerable amount of strength. Yelena tried to

wriggle her way out of his grip, but she simply couldn't get away from him. She began to panic just

then.

"Hank!" Yelena shouted the man's name without thinking twice. However, a wave of helplessness

surged through her when she recalled all the heartless words she had said to him just moments ago.

He must have left already, she thought.