True Fated Marriage novel Chapter 1768

Ernest froze on the stairs. He was in disbelief when he realized that Maria was calling Leah downstairs.

It had been a long while since he had heard any news about Leah.

Maria's attitude towards him had turned incredibly cold and distant. She completely ignored him as though he was someone who had committed a terrible and unforgivable crime.

The relationship between the two of them became strange.

Maria would not even look at him.

Only the two of them were living in the London villa besides a couple of servants and the butler Pedro. Even so, Maria would not speak a word to him.

Ernest himself did not engage Maria in any conversation as well.

The two cousins did not communicate much. Whenever they saw each other in the house, they would just nod at each other as a greeting. That was all.

When Ernest heard Maria calling Leah downstairs, he hurriedly stopped in his tracks amidst heading downstairs.

Instead, he took a small step back and hid behind a pillar next to the stairs.

Maria asked anxiously, "Leah, why would you write such a tragic ending? It's so sad! The main characters loved each other so much, so why would you kill one of them off? It's really upsetting. I really don't want the female lead to die."

Ernest's heart stuttered.

It seemed that the book Leah had been working on had already come to an end.

He had stopped keeping up with the book's updates three days ago. Before that, he thought that Leah's writing had taken on a sad tone. Every new chapter she wrote was filled with sorrow.

Her sadness had filled the book.

"Leah, has your breakup with Ernest affected your writing? Are you using this as a coping mechanism or something? I'm really worried about you. Didn't you tell me that you wouldn't brood over him?"

"I'm fine," Leah explained, "I just need some time to get over it. I'll admit that I rushed the ending of the book, but regardless of what everyone thinks, I

quite like the ending." "Your book ends with a tragedy! How could you like it?" Maria immediately yelled, "I really don't like it. Can you please rewrite it for me? Reality is already harsh enough. I can't believe you would write something like that in fiction as well."

"Leah, you're not one to write angst. You used to be so jolly before. You can't let yourself become a depressed mess like this! You can't break the hearts of your fans just because of Ernest, got it?"

Leah was amused by Maria's accusation.

She let out a quiet chuckle and said with a smile, "You're cracking me up, Maria. I'm honestly fine. It's not entirely Ernest's fault. After all, I've been busy with classes, so I don't have much spare time to write anymore."

"No, you're lying. I'm certain that it's because of Ernest, isn't it?" Maria rebuked immediately.

"It's not! I just don't feel like writing anymore. Why are you acting as if I've given up on the idea of love? The way you're saying it makes it sound like I'm devastated over a broken heart," Leah tried to laugh it off.