Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 647 I Will Forget

Yelena returned to Damoria overnight. She had initially planned to call Federick to tell him about her

situation. However, she felt a little angry when she thought of his temper tantrum when he left.

So, she threw her phone back into her bag.

Forget it. She shouldn't be calling him.

When she arrived at Damoria, Slevin caught sight of the uneasy look on her face and couldn't help but

laugh. "Yelena, I don't know what you're so anxious for. You're clearly the one who got dumped.

Shouldn't you be the one demanding an explanation?"

"Why should I be the one going through all that fuss?" Yelena clenched her hands as she spoke,

keeping her voice as calm as possible.

"You women are really strange. Truly beyond saving,"

Slevin shook his head and sighed. Then, he turned and drove away quietly.

It wasn't until they reached the Damazio villa that Yelena realized something. "Hey, didn't you say that

you didn't want to bother with the Damazios? So, why did you come here?"

"Of course, I have my own reason for being here. Why? Are you the only one that can come while I

can't?"

Slevin got out of the car and went to the passenger seat to open the door for her. "Get down. Let's

head in together. Take it as a token of courage."

Yelena dubiously got out of the car and raised her hand to knock on the door. Although she was

already right here, she still couldn't make up her mind.

"You're really taking your sweet time," Slevin muttered, shooting her a bland look. Then, he raised his

hand and rapped on the door.

"Who is it?"

A voice from inside sounded, followed by the sound of footsteps. The moment the door opened; Yelena

was dumbfounded.

The person right in front of her was Hank's mother, Simone.

Simone looked at Yelena, and a trace of awkwardness flashed in her eyes as she spoke, "Yelena? Is

that you?"

Yelena replied, "Mrs. Damazio, I'm here to see Hank. I heard that he's very sick."

She held an inexplicable affection for Simone since she treated her like her own daughter.

Alas, Fate was a fickle woman and their relationship eventually fell apart over time. Now they were

nothing more but familiar strangers.

Simone's face twisted into an uncomfortable expression after hearing Yelena's explanation. "Yelena,

you should know that Hank is sick from the pandemic going around. What if you get infected after

visiting him?"

Yelena shook her head, "I'm not afraid. It doesn't matter even if I get sick."

Simone's heart softened upon seeing her gentle yet earnest demeanor.

She's such a wonderful girl. It would've been great if Yelena could be Simone's daughter-in-law. What a

shame…

"My child, I know you really love him," Simone looked at her red eyes, feeling distressed. "But you have

to know that the two of you have broken up. I know that you're very reluctant to part with him. However,

it's not appropriate for you to barge into his life like this any longer."

Yelena suddenly felt a rush of emotions and stepped forward to hold Simone's hand. "Mrs. Damazio, I

know what you mean, and I know that since we've broken up, I shouldn't ask about his private life or his

situation. But you know that I'm always worried about him. Will you please let me meet him?"

At this point, Simone honestly didn't have the heart to stop her and could only allow her entry. When

she turned to look at Slevin, Simone looked at his familiar face in bewilderment. "May I ask who this

is?"

Slevin smiled pleasantly. "Hello, Mrs. Damazio. I'm Yelena's friend. You can call me Slade."

Even Slevin himself couldn't understand what urged him to give Simone a fake name instead of his real

one.

When Simone heard his reply, she figured that she was getting on in years, seeing things when there

wasn't anything to see. So, she nodded and let him in.

Simone motioned to the innermost room upstairs. "He's in that room, but you need to prepare yourself.

He might not open the door for you."

Yelena's eyes filled with tears. "I understand. Thank you, Mrs. Damazio."

With that, Yelena headed quickly to the room and knocked on the door gently.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't want to eat lunch today."

When Yelena heard the familiar voice, she almost choked up on her emotions.

She hesitated for a moment before mustering her courage, saying, "Hank, it's me, Yelena."

"Oh, it's you."

Hank didn't find her appearance suspicious. Instead, he replied disdainfully, "I really didn't expect you

to be this shameless."

It was straight-up ridicule.

Yelena's face paled. "I'm not shameless. I just wanted to see how you're doing."

Hank coughed harshly and continued to answer casually, "What about me? Does it have anything to do

with you?"

Yelena hesitated. "I know that it doesn't…"

The sick man cut her off mercilessly, retorting, "Do you really? You don't. If you knew, you would've

stopped bothering me by now, Yelena. I remember that I've told you so many times that I don't like you,

and I don't want you to be in my life, ever."

Yet, Yelena replied stubbornly, "I know you found a girl who looked like me and used her to trick me."

Hank scoffed. "Trick you?" It was as though he had heard the funniest joke of this century. "What

makes you think I'd go to that extent? Who told you that I found someone who looks like you to trick

you? If you really don't believe me, you can investigate yourself and see if there was such a girl all

those years ago."

Yelena was stunned. "What did you say? She doesn't exist?"

The man refuted with a snort, "Of course. If there's nothing else, please don't bother me. I feel sick, and

your presence is affecting my rest."

Yelena froze on the spot, and she parted her lips to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat. She

couldn't utter a single word. "I'm sorry, I was terribly misinformed. That's why I rushed over so hastily.

But I'm genuinely concerned about you, so I came to check on you to make sure you're okay. I'm just

glad to see that you have no serious issues."

Nonetheless, when Hank heard her nattering away, he said bluntly, "Then, you can leave now."

Yelena had never heard such harsh words from him, and she felt at a loss.

However, her tears fell faster. She wiped them away quickly and asked, "Do you hate me that much?"

The man snapped, "There are so many men in this world, yet you're still clinging to the one who

cheated on you?"

It was already impolite to bother him, so Yelena apologized again, muttering, "Hank, I know you think

that I'm loud and childish. There's also a high chance that you detest me. But I'm just worried about

your health and nothing else. If you don't want to see me, I'll never appear in front of you again. Live

well. Whatever you said before… I'll forget it."

After she squeezed those words out of her throat, she turned and rushed downstairs, almost like she

was running away. While she was fleeing, she suddenly felt extremely ashamed.