Forced to Marry a Stepchild Candidate

Forced to Marry a Stepchild Candidate
Chapter 53. Until When?


The news about Melinda getting into prison, not the least of which made Choco interested.


Every day he was just haunted by a deep sense of guilt, every night his sleep was not good, eating also tasted bad. Since it had already been a month, he still could not find his little wife.


There was already a lot of little paper stuck in the mirror, a similar sentence, a sentence he wrote every day about his desire for Prilly to come home soon.


Even every time he came home from college, he spent all his time looking for the whereabouts of the wife who was out of nowhere. Tired up? You don't need to ask, his physique and mind are completely tormented.


However, it seemed like everything he did could not be the antidote for all the pain he had inflicted.


"When can we meet, Pril?" choco asked at the night wind that blew against his body. Now he is near the lake, the border of the capital.


Because this afternoon he decided to go out of town, for the same reason. Seeking the whereabouts of his wife.


But Prilly was swallowed by the earth. Neither he nor all of his men had been able to find a bright spot.


"You want to torture me like never mind? Is it still not enough? Every day I was overshadowed by guilt, stabbed by deep remorse. To be honest, I'm tired, Pril. I want you to go home," muttered Choco as he stared straight at the calm water within the lake.


That lonely atmosphere represented his heart that felt hollow and empty. Every time he woke up, he was like looking at the figure of the wife who turned her back, but in fact the figure he could not touch intact.


"ARGHH!" Choco shouted loudly, trying to release all the weight that was on his chest. However he was just an ordinary man, having the same feelings and emotions.


"You really tested me, Pril. You want to see how much I struggle to find you, look! Look at me here. I've been fighting so hard, but why do you still want to keep hiding from me?"


Choco did not care about the few people who saw the action. He was just voicing all the worries that had been plaguing his heart all along.


That handsome guy is fucked. "How long should it be? Tell me how much longer I have to wait? Do I have to live forever in regret? Will you be happy?"


There's no answer. In addition to the noise of the wind that wiggles the leaves. Choco clenched his hands, then swung them in the air.


He was unmoved, enjoying this desolate atmosphere with a pushy gaze. For half an hour he stood there, finally deciding to go home.


With a gontai step Choco approached his car. Then bring the four-wheeled vehicle to arrive at the mansion. At 2 am Choco had just arrived, he was like he did not know morning and night.


Because after Prilly's departure, she never again felt the real sleep. His daily schedule becomes neglected, even he often forgets lunch and dinner.


Just as Choco passed through the main door, she was immediately greeted by the face of the mother who seemed worried about her. Zoya smiled faintly, then approached her third son. "Darling, how? Is there progress?"


Hearing that question, Choco certainly felt very sad. Because until now everything he did seemed useless. "Nothing, Mom." Answer weakly.


Zoya also felt sorry. Without saying, he hugged his son. "Prophey, honey. Mommy believes you've regretted everything you've done."


"He's hiding really well, Mom. Does he know, here I'm tormented? Does he know, here I miss him? If he can't come back to repair our relationship. Let me apologize, and meet with him one last time. Is that hope I can't get?" choco asked as she sobbed in her mother's arms.


Zoya couldn't help but cry. He gently stroked his son's burly shoulders with gentleness. "You can do it, honey. Believe ... that God has prepared the most appropriate time to unite you both."


"When, Mom? When will that time come?"


For this one Zoya could not answer, she simply peeked at Choco's forehead then re-groomed her embrace. They sniffled together. While Ken could only stare at the sight of the plaintiff from the top of the stairs.


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