Love in the Limelight novel Chapter 415

Hearing Hawthorne's words, Bernice gripped her wine glass tightly. As if recalling something, Bernice's lips trembled slightly. She stared at Hawthorne, staying silent for a while before saying, "Hawthorne, do you think I'm hurting you?"

"Aren't you always hurting me?" Overwhelmed by emotions, Hawthorne started to cough violently, but he insisted, "Isn't the conflict between Star and I partly because of you?"

"Because of me?" Bernice smirked, "You chose this path. If you had been more ruthless, as I told you, she wouldn't have been able to stay in showbiz and wouldn't have so many fans backing her up!"

"Enough, you just don't want to face the reality!" Hawthorne looked at the almost insane woman in front of him, feeling colder, "I get it. I like Star, so I should let her do what she likes, not tie her down for my own purposes!"

"I and Hal spent the most time with her. But why does she despise us, not Elio? It's because Elio always puts her first!" Bernice said.

"But sadly, it was too late by the time I understood this." Hawthorne said, "Even if Star hasn't gotten together with Elio, it's obvious from the show, she's already taken a liking to him. With her personality, if she didn't have feelings for Elio, why would she let him stay by her side? Even though she always verbally expresses her disdain for Elio, she is quite natural when directing him."

Bernice looked at the dispirited Hawthorne, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, "Are you really willing to give up? She's your fiancée. Are you really willing to let someone else have her?"

"Love can't be forced." Hawthorne stood up, walked slowly to the window. Looking at the snow outside, he softly said, "Everyone thought you quit showbiz because you were fed up, but don't you know why you quit? You resorted to dirty tricks to get pregnant with the child of the man you loved, and in the end, you were still abandoned."

"Enough!!!" Hawthorne's words hit Bernice's sore spot, she smashed her wine glass onto the TV. The glass shattered and wine splashed everywhere.

Bernice's elegant image was gone. She fiercely rubbed her hair, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Get out! Now!"

"Even if you didn't kick me out, I would leave. But from now on, if you do anything to hurt Star, don't blame me for not considering our past friendship." Hawthorne slammed the door shut and left.

Stepping out of the hotel, the cold wind mixed with snow hit his face. He felt sober for the first time in his twenty-eight years.

He was wrong. He loved her. But he used the wrong method from the start.The situation now couldn't be changed, and everything was set in stone.

Bernice watched Hawthorne's figure disappear in the snow from the hotel window. She leaned against the window and slowly sat on the floor, with tears streaming down her face, "No one can understand my feelings, no one. It's not my fault. He betrayed me.”