Where Gerald's gaze landed was near the rear entrance of the hall.
Catherine and Bert were sitting side by side, calmly watching the chaos unfolding on stage between him and Lucca, as if neither he nor Lucca had anything to do with her at all.
One of Bert's arms rested naturally around Catherine's shoulders, a gesture that carried an unmistakable sense of possession—and triumph.
Of course, there was no trace of triumph on Bert's face, but Gerald still felt it. He felt that Bert was savoring his victory—rejoicing in having won Catherine, rejoicing in Gerald's utter humiliation today.
Gerald couldn't help letting out a hollow chuckle.
Yes, Bert deserved to be pleased.
After all, it was Gerald himself who had failed to cherish what he had. Only after experiencing Lucca did he finally realize how good Catherine had been—but now…
Gerald felt that he no longer had the strength to love anyone in this lifetime.
Enough. Let it be.
