Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Chapter 683

In the unhappy atmosphere, they ended their discussion. Leon knew this was Heather’s way of

protecting herself; in fact, she had hurt him many times by acting just like this.

For the last few minutes of the journey, they remained in silence and did not speak even as she exited

the car. This time, he stayed in the driver’s seat throughout the entire process and did not get out to

see her to the door.

While Heather could hear the car idling behind her, she didn’t turn back. Only after he had driven and

she had walked very far away from each other did she frailly look over her shoulder at the long, empty

stretch of road.

Resigned, she turned to face forward once again, thinking that she understood Leon so little now.

Perhaps she never really knew him. After so long, she finally understood one thing, which was that the

friends and family she surrounded herself with wouldn’t necessarily stay forever.

Self-deprecatingly, she smiled, thinking about the fact that the people by her side were leaving her one

by one. Her existence was becoming more and more detestable and at this rate, she didn’t even know

why she kept on living.

When she entered the hall, it was empty. There wasn’t a single person, so she walked into the living

room alone and threw herself down on the couch. Only after taking in the familiar fragrance of the air

did she feel like she had returned home. No matter what she thought of her family, at the end of the

day, this place was still her home.

Somehow, she fell asleep on the couch and was discovered by the butler in the middle of the night.

Instead of waking her up, he found a warm blanket and gently covered her with it.

Well-aware of how lightly she slept, he tried his best not to wake her up. In fact, he didn’t even try to lay

her down into a more comfortable position for fear of waking her.

At around 4 or 5 AM, the living room grew chilly enough to wake her up. As she rubbed her arms, the

blanket slid off her.

Opening her eyes, Heather took in her surroundings as well as the blanket in her lap. The previous

night’s memories were a little hazy and she had no idea who put this blanket on her.

Since it was still early, she stood up uncomfortably from the couch. Her back ached sharply and she

scarcely dared believe she fell asleep sitting up on the couch.

After picking up the blanket and depositing it on the couch, she surveyed her surroundings. Since she

couldn’t see anyone else, she decided to retreat to her room. After all, she had yet to remove her

makeup.

At this hour, silence was paramount, so she stepped lightly and crept slowly up the stairs. Finally, she

reached the second floor, but she still had to cross the corridor to get to her room and she was afraid of

waking the others up with her footsteps.

Nonetheless, her carefulness meant she was successful in her mission. Quietly, she opened the door

to her room, which looked like it always did despite how long it felt like she hadn’t come home.

Now that she had returned to her own familiar, comfortable space, she felt inexplicably tired. All of a

sudden, she felt like her strength had left her body.

Her bed was only a few steps away from her but she couldn’t lie down just yet—she had to clean

herself first. Hence, she dragged herself to her bathroom, feeling so devoid of energy that she might fall

to the ground asleep in the next second.

Warm water flowed from her showerhead and she shut her eyes tightly underneath it. She loved the

feeling of being cleansed by water. If it weren’t for the fact that she was so tired, she would have

soaked herself properly in the tub.

By the time Heather left the shower, she was lightly fragrant with the familiar scent of her body wash.

Heavily, she threw herself down onto her bed. Its softness enveloped her and as she lay there, she let

out a child-like smile.

No matter what terrible things took place during the day, everything would be fine once she returned

home and lay down in her own bed. With child-like stubbornness, she burrowed underneath her covers,

determined to enjoy this comfortable moment.

By now, it was already 5 AM. Inexplicably, she had lost her sleepiness, so she stared aimlessly at the

ceiling, wondering if she would fall asleep in a bit. At any rate, she felt comfortable right now.

It had been a long time since she felt so comfortable and only now did she understand one thing, which

was that she would only feel comfortable in her own bed. Never would she be comfortable with

sleeping at others’.

It was ironic that the one place she was trying to avoid was also the one place that gave her peace of

mind. It seemed there were many things she wouldn’t understand until their time came.

With her eyes open, she awaited dawn’s approach. It would likely take a while before the sky lightened

completely. If she looked out of the window right now, the sky outside was still inky dark and she hoped

she would fall asleep before it grew light since she didn’t want to be disturbed by the sun.

Sometimes, Heather wondered what lives the people her age were living. If her life were to become

commonplace, what kind of ordinary folk would she be? It was a question that popped up in her mind

from time to time.

Recently, the thought was stronger than ever before. She could already imagine the future that awaited

her but, given that life was giving her less and less to live for, she couldn’t accept that she had to

continue on this path. By now, she was even thinking about giving up everything before her.

The life she longed for the most right now was to run away from her current difficult circumstances to

the countryside where she could lead the carefree life of a farm owner.

Of course, she didn’t tell anyone about that fantasy, since it would never come true, anyway. When

everyone, including herself, had accepted that she would become an outstanding businesswoman, her

future was already fixed in stone and all of her thoughts had to revolve around that idea.

Any seeds of hope could only sprout in her heart and nowhere else. Nowadays, she felt like she was

becoming less and less like her old self. When did she become so weak and cowardly?

It turned out that such idle thoughts were best for inducing sleepiness because not long after that, she

fell asleep. By the time she woke up, it was already past noon and she was immensely surprised that

no one had come to wake her.

After rising, Heather cleansed herself once again by soaking in the tub this time. As warm water

enveloped her body, she shut her eyes. Perhaps it was a bad idea to take a bath so soon after waking

up, since her body very quickly softened once again.

Finally, she dragged her limp body out of the tub. She felt like, if it weren’t for the fact that she was

hungry, she could actually have returned to bed and continued sleeping.

Carelessly, she put her hair up in a bun. In an instant, she felt refreshed, so she left her room. The

moment she stepped outside, she could feel how chilly the air was even through her thick sleepwear.

It surprised her to feel how cold the weather was and she looked around her before going downstairs.

Only the butler and the servants were in the hall and when she peered out of the door, the world

outside was blanketed in white. It turned out that it had snowed while she slept.

The moment Heather saw snow, her mood lightened. This year’s snow was particularly thick, and she

suddenly recalled that it always snowed when she was young.

After she grew up and especially while she was abroad, she rarely saw snow. Yet, she had an

obsession with it, so she decided now that she would go outside after filling her stomach with food to

have a romp in it.

Percolating with childlike wonder, she told the butler, “I’m a little hungry. Have the kitchen make me

some tea.” It would not be realistic to have them prepare a proper meal right now. Some simple

refreshments would suffice and she believed the butler would understand her.

“Of course, Miss Heather.” With a bow, the butler left, having long awaited her arrival.

Lately, Robert had been particularly indulgent toward her. Even the rest of the Langston Family found it

intolerable. No matter what she did, he would stand by her side.

Even though she was acting incredibly strangely during this period, no one in her family—not even the

usually arrogant Blake—dared say anything about it.

Of course, the rest of the family speculated on exactly what Robert did to Blake. At any rate, he no

longer dared bad-mouth her and was even either intentionally or unintentionally avoiding her.

However, Heather herself noticed none of this. In recent times, all of her thoughts were dedicated to

Myra’s kidnapping, and she had no energy to invest in the matters of Langston Group nor the Langston

Family.

Subconsciously, she looked toward the dining table. Despite how large it was, it was currently as silent

as the hall where the servants were tiptoeing around her.

For a moment, she thought about seeking Robert out, but she didn’t know what she could say to him.

Meanwhile, her cell phone was in her hand but no one was looking for her. Matthias, especially, hadn’t

called her in a long time and she genuinely felt like asking him what on earth he was up to these days.

Sitting down on the couch, Heather looked at the coffee table before her and reached out to gently

touch it. It seemed simultaneously familiar and foreign, and she was startled to realize that all of the

furniture in the hall had changed at some point unbeknown to her.

At this moment, the butler exited the kitchen with a plate of light refreshments in his hand. He walked

right up to her and, with a polite smile on his face, handed the plate to her.

Bidding him sit opposite her, she said, “I have something to ask you.” How was it that her familiar home

had changed so drastically within a few days? It made her feel incredibly unsettled.

“What’s wrong, Miss Heather?” While he didn’t know what she was about to ask, he was a little

alarmed by her sudden gravitas, since that could only be bad news.

“Has the hall been renovated?” She looked at the slightly pastel walls around her. From what she last

remembered, the walls of the hall were white.

“Did you only just notice, Miss Heather?” He was astonished, for he had assumed that she figured it out

long ago.

“What materials did they use? There isn’t the slightest smell of paint. Or has all of the furniture been

switched for newer ones?” She felt so incredibly confused. While a renovation wasn’t exactly a huge

issue, the accumulation of small issues gave her a bad sense of foreboding.

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you didn’t notice.” He had no idea how to explain things to her since there wasn’t actually a need to

report such things to her.

“I need to know when this happened and why.” She wasn’t comfortable with the fact that all of it

happened so inexplicably.

“It was Old Master Langston’s orders,” the butler answered in similar confusion, not understanding the

weight her question carried or why she was reacting so strangely. “Perhaps he was bored of the

previous wall color and wanted a new coat. As for the furniture, he said they hadn’t been changed in a

while and that it was time to change them, anyway.”

“I’m going to find Grandpa.” No longer did she feel like eating. Feeling like she understood what Robert

was trying to express, she decided that she had to go and seek him out right now.

“Please don’t, Miss Heather. He only just fell asleep and you know how rarely he gets to rest in the

afternoons. You mustn’t wake him.” The butler tried to stop her, but the expression on his face wasn’t

natural enough and Heather was immediately suspicious.