Chapter 93 He Would Never Be a Good Man

Strictly speaking, Fleur was only growing in age. Mentally, she was still very young, too young to understand what love truly was. And it was Ansel's fault. He had been too busy with the Leager family affairs, never having time to take care of Gardenia. Letting her grow on her own like that had left her unaware of many things, especially when it came to relationships between men and women. It was like there was a missing piece in her emotional development. Looking at Gardenia now, Ansel felt like he was seeing his younger self. If not for the serious injury that forced him to slow down and recover back home, if not for seeing Gardenia hovering in his field of vision every single day, he wouldn't have understood what love was either. No one had ever taught him that. The year he decided he wanted Gardenia, at 26, was his laughably belated first emotional awakening. "Freedom," Gardenia said with all the courage she could muster. She heard a soft chuckle from Ansel in her ears. "A