Don't Fall For Me, CEO-Chapter 1189: It Was a Smokescreen

"You..."

Laura Quinn wanted to say something, but looking at Richard Donovan’s silver hair, her throat felt so dry, as if no words could come out.

She remembered rushing past him at the gate of The Quinn Manor last time; he didn’t look like this at all.

How could he suddenly become like this...

Compared to her surprise, Richard Donovan seemed accustomed to people seeing him with such astonishment.

"Laura, do I look a bit old? Sorry, did I scare you?"

He smiled.

Elegant and distinguished, just like his younger self.

For a fleeting moment, the lost edges in her memory seemed to be revived.

Laura Quinn felt her eyes burning, as if something was about to spill out.

The man looked at her, his eyes were also reddened.

Even his voice held a subtle tremble, "July said the main bedroom should be left for you, so I volunteered to have July give me the job of setting it up."

His hands, hanging on both sides of his thighs, repeatedly reached out wanting to touch Laura Quinn.

But whether because he was afraid of startling her or felt unworthy, they hovered back and forth between reaching and dropping.

Laura Quinn worried about revealing her weak side, quickly turned her face away to look elsewhere.

And as she glanced away, she found the main bedroom was furnished according to a home interior design she had drawn before.

Indeed, after returning to Desrozin City, Laura Quinn had also taken up studying oil painting.

In the height of their love, she painted a series of dream home illustrations.

She once told Richard Donovan, after marriage, everything at home should be arranged as those designs.

But ultimately, that series of dream home illustrations became their lifelong regret.

Unexpectedly, today it was recreated...

"Actually, I never discarded those paintings; they’ve always been kept in my bedroom. Each night before sleeping, I would take them out and look..."

Seeing Laura Quinn gaze in astonishment at the bedroom arrangement, Richard Donovan explained with a smile.

Yes, indeed, he hadn’t discarded nor forgotten anything about Laura Quinn.

Instead, he’s kept them all in a corner belonging only to him, quietly cherishing and loving her in each silent night.

"But I remember throwing these into the garbage heap myself?"

When Laura Quinn discovered Richard Donovan’s engagement with Jenna Sawyer, she resolutely severed all ties with the past.

All memories related to Richard Donovan were neatly packed up and thrown into the trash heap.

She, too, decisively left, seeking to rid herself of anything connected to the past.

After returning to Desrozin City, she never mentioned Richard Donovan again, nor did she keep any memorabilia.

She never expected those thought-to-be-abandoned items were perfectly preserved by him.

"Actually, I was never engaged to Jenna Sawyer; my father spread the news after learning she was pregnant."

Richard Donovan’s voice was so hoarse, unlike himself, marked by undeniable quivering.

Yes, the engagement was just a smokescreen.

He had always believed that his love could break all shackles.

But after breaking through the obstacles set by his family, evading the attacks from bodyguards, he arrived at Laura Quinn’s former residence, only to find it now empty.

Even the oil paintings of their envisioned beautiful future, his photos, the gifts he gave her, and everything related to him were dumped by Laura into the garbage heap near her home.

That harsh, cold night, Richard Donovan was alone rummaging in the garbage heap, collected all those items, packed them up, and sat there the entire night.