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I stood at the door of Huo Ting's study, my fingers lightly resting on the doorknob, hesitating whether to enter.
This was my first time stepping into his private space without his permission, but the housekeeper had informed me that President Huo was away on a business trip and asked me to retrieve a document from his study to deliver to the company.
"Madam, President Huo said the document is in the drawer on the right side of the desk; you can just go and take it," the housekeeper's voice echoed in my mind.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.
Huo Ting's study was as neat and orderly as he was. The dark wooden furniture, the deep green curtains, and the books neatly arranged on the shelves all exuded an air of meticulousness.
I walked over to his desk and pulled open the right drawer. The document was right on top, but as I picked it up, I accidentally brushed against something else—a black-covered notebook slipped out.
I intended to put it back but inadvertently caught sight of my own name.
Wen Wan.
It was my name, clearly written in the center of a page.
My heart raced suddenly, and my fingers uncontrollably flipped open the notebook.
It was Huo Ting's diary.
"Today, I saw Wen Wan again. After five years, she is still as beautiful as ever, though her gaze now carries a determination I have never seen before. When she stood before me, I could hardly suppress the urge to embrace her. But I can't; I must remain calm and act as if I don't care about her. This is the best protection for her."
My hands trembled slightly as I continued reading.
"On the day we signed the marriage contract, her eyes were filled with disdain and confusion when she looked at me. I know she hates me—hates me for leaving without a word all those years ago, hates me for my forceful return now. But she doesn't know that my departure was forced upon me, that it was to protect her. If given a choice, I would rather have never left her side."
Tears blurred my vision as I wiped my eyes and continued reading.
"Five years ago, my family suddenly fell into crisis, and someone threatened to harm those around me. My father told me that the only way out was to leave Wen Wan and go abroad. I had no choice but to leave her behind with a heavy heart. That night, I stood outside her house, watching the light in her room, imagining she might be crying for my sudden departure. I wished I could rush in and tell her the truth, but I couldn't. I had to protect her, even if it meant earning her hatred."
My heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed by something, aching to the point where I could barely breathe.
It turned out he was not as cold and indifferent as I had imagined; he had always loved me.
"For all these years, I have been secretly watching over her life. I knew which company she joined after graduating from university, where she liked to go for coffee after work every day, and the bookstore she often visited on weekends. I even knew she had a cat named 'Little Flower' because that cat once went missing, and I was the one who quietly returned it to her doorstep."
I covered my mouth as tears streamed down my face. Little Flower had indeed gone missing once; I searched for it all afternoon, only to find it waiting obediently at my door when I returned home.
"When the family crisis was finally resolved, the first thing that came to my mind was returning to her side. But I feared she might have started a new life without me, feared that she might have forgotten me. It wasn't until I learned she was still single that I gathered the courage to re-enter her life through a marriage of convenience. I knew this was selfish, but I simply couldn't bear the days without her."
"Watching her by my side every day without being able to express my true feelings was a torment more unbearable than any pain. How I wished that one day she could see through my facade and discover that my love for her had never changed."
I turned to the most recent page, which contained yesterday's entry.
"Today, Wen Wan seemed to be testing my limits. She wore that red dress, deliberately swaying in front of me. She didn't know that I nearly exhausted all my self-control to keep from pulling her into my arms. Every smile of hers, every glance, made my heart race. But I couldn't show it—not now. I must wait until she truly forgives me and accepts me. Only then can I tell her how much I love her."
I closed the diary, tears pouring down my cheeks.
It turned out he had always loved me in his own way.
And yet, I had always doubted him, tested him, even deliberately provoked him.
I recalled the various actions of the past few days and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of shame and guilt. How childish and ridiculous I had been!
I carefully placed the diary back in its original spot and took the documents as I left the study.
The entire afternoon, I was distracted, my mind replaying the contents of the diary over and over.
In the evening, Huo Ting returned.
He was as silent as ever, taking off his coat, loosening his tie, and then sitting on the sofa to go through some documents.
I set a cup of hot tea in front of him. He looked up at me for a moment and softly said, "Thank you."
In that glance, I saw the restrained affection described in the diary reflected in his eyes.
My heart raced, and my palms grew sweaty; I knew it was time to confess everything.
"Huo Ting, I have something to tell you." I sat across from him, my voice trembling slightly.
He put down the documents and focused his gaze on me. "What is it?"
"I... I read your diary today." I met his eyes directly, deciding to be honest, "I didn't mean to, but I saw my name, and then... I just couldn't help myself."
His expression froze instantly, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes before he quickly regained his composure.
"I know the truth about your departure; I know how you've protected me all these years, and I also know... how you feel about me." My voice grew softer, but I didn't look away. "I want to tell you that I'm sorry—sorry for misunderstanding you all this time, sorry for my childish behavior recently."
He remained silent, but I could feel his breathing becoming rapid.
"There’s... there’s one more thing," I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to say the words that had been buried in my heart for so long. "I love you, Huo Ting. Not because of the contract, not because of responsibility, but because... I truly love you."
As soon as the words left my lips, I felt myself being pulled into a warm embrace by a powerful force.
Huo Ting held me tightly; his heartbeat was so intense it felt like it might burst from his chest.
"I'm sorry, Wen Wan, I'm so sorry," he whispered in my ear, his voice laced with long-suppressed emotions. "I should have told you the truth sooner instead of making you bear all of this alone."
I lifted my head to look into his eyes, filled with love. "It's not too late to tell me now."
"I love you, Wen Wan. Since five years ago, until now, it has never changed." He cradled my face and gently wiped away the tears on my cheeks. "I thought I would lose you forever, but fate has given me a second chance. This time, I won't let go."
"I won't let go either." I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips.
In that moment, all misunderstandings and barriers vanished, leaving only the truest love between us.
I finally understood that sometimes love is like this; it requires misunderstandings and separations to cherish each other's existence even more.
And Huo Ting and I had finally found our way back home after all the twists and turns.
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