2nd. Season -
Lane and the others arrived at Carlyle's house. He frantically searched for her, calling her name repeatedly. The silence only intensified his fear and panic.
"Carlyle, where are you?"
Just then, Alison spotted a piece of paper on the desk. It was covered with Lane's name, written in a chaotic scrawl that reflected the writer's turbulent emotions. The words written next left her even more stunned.
Alison read aloud, "falling deeply in love without realizing it." At the bottom of the page, it said, "The happiness of that night was just a self-deceptive illusion."
Alison simply stared at the sentence, unable to bring herself to read it aloud. She could feel the emotions of the person who wrote it—despair and heartache, much like the pain and hopelessness she felt when she left Xavier five years ago. Loving someone so deeply yet being unable to have him.
Lane, hearing his sister muttering, rushed over and snatched the paper from her hand. He stared at the chaotic handwriting. Though he was Roman, his stepmother was American, so he had learned English from a young age. He understood Carlyle's anguish and regret in those words. He clutched the paper tightly, filled with sorrow and remorse.
If only he hadn't left America!
If only he had told her he loved her that night!
Alison looked up at him and asked, "Lane, what exactly is your relationship with Carlyle?"
Xavier felt that Lane's emotions were about to erupt, so he quickly pulled her aside and said, "Alison, we can wait until we find Carlyle to ask him!"
But Lane's voice trembled as he said, "I'm such an idiot, loving deeply without realizing it!"
Xavier moved closer to him and said, "Lane, don't blame yourself. Finding Carlyle is more important now."
Lane suddenly remembered the night Declan had bullied Carlyle, and a surge of anxiety and fear overcame him. He urgently asked, "Xavier, do you know where Declan is?"
Xavier thought for a moment and replied, "I remember when they were still together, I once drove Carlyle to Declan's place. If he hasn't moved, we should be able to find him."
"Let's go."
Carlyle slowly opened her eyes, feeling incredibly unwell, her head pounding. As she looked around, she realized she wasn't at home, but the room felt familiar.
Suddenly, she sat up in alarm, shouting, "This is Declan's room! How did I get here?"
Right, it was last night that it rained heavily, and after a huge argument with Declan in the rain, she didn't know what happened. And he just brought her back like that?
She instinctively checked her clothes, feeling even more panicked. These weren't her clothes. Had he done something to her? The thought made her cry uncontrollably.
At this point, Declan walked in and saw that she was awake. He said to her, "Carlyle, you finally woke up. You know you were unconscious for a whole night, and I was worried about you the whole evening."
Carlyle looked at him and immediately shouted, "Stay away from me!"
Declan, seeing her fear, said, "Alright, alright."
"Declan, did you do anything to me last night?" Carlyle asked.
Declan knew the question she had in mind and answered directly, "Carlyle, I'm not that beastly. The clothes you're wearing were changed by Fiona."
Carlyle quickly looked around and asked, "Where's Fiona?"
"She went to work," Declan responded.
Carlyle got out of bed, saying, "I need to leave." She was still haunted by the shadow of domestic violence and wanted to get away immediately.
Declan suddenly grabbed her hand.
Carlyle, panicking, said, "Declan, what are you doing? Let go of me!"
Declan stood in front of her and said, "Carlyle, you're still running a high fever. Let me take you to the hospital."
"No, I can go by myself!" Carlyle tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.
"I'm worried! You fainted last night, and I'm afraid you might faint on the side of the road. Let me drive you!" Declan looked at her and still loved her in his heart.
"Even if pass out on the side of the road, it's none of your business. Let go of me!" Carlyle continued to struggle.
"Carlyle, do you really hate me so much?" Declan's emotions suddenly flared up.
"Yes, I hate you!" Carlyle said each word with deep-seated resentment.
"Am I really worse than that Lane, who used you?" Jealousy and anger flared in Declan's eyes.
"Yes, you'll never compare to him."
Carlyle's words enraged Declan. He couldn't control his anger and shouted, "Carlyle, how can you say that? Don't you know I really love you?" He threw her against the wall in a fit of rage.
Carlyle felt her entire body shake from the impact. Pain shot through her, her head spinning. She felt her legs give way and collapsed to the floor, losing consciousness.
As Declan calmed down, he walked towards her and realized she wasn't moving. He desperately shook her, shouting, "Carlyle, wake up!"
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Fiona saw the scene, screaming in terror. "Brother, what have you done to Carlyle? Why isn't she moving?"
"I don't know. I just pushed her lightly," Declan's voice trembled. "Carlyle, I didn't mean to hurt you. Why did you say I can't compare to Lane?"
When Lane stepped in and saw Carlyle lying on the floor, he felt a pain like his heart was being ripped out. He wanted to beat Declan, but Alison stopped him.
Lane stepped forward, pushing Declan aside with one hand and bending down to pick up the unconscious Carlyle in his arms.
Seeing this, Xavier said, "Lane, Carlyle is still breathing. Let's go to the hospital."
They raced to the hospital.
Carlyle, you must not get hurt!
I haven't even told you I love you!
Lane held her close, crying in anguish.
He remembered the chaotic writing on the paper: "It turns out that the happiness of that night was merely a deceptive illusion we created for ourselves."
No, it wasn't an illusion. It was real!
It's too late for me to realize my love for you!
Deep love is unconsciously was really about himself!
Carlyle, will you marry me?
Lane's tears fell onto her pale cheeks.
