After listening to him, I was silent for a long time. I thought about this matter carefully and felt very angry. Stellov's cowardice really made me unable to bear it, and he also understood that I opposed his approach.

"You know, too, that Strickland is too down and he can hardly survive alone," he said tremblingly. "I can't watch her suffer in that environment-I really can't."

"This is your business," I said.

"What would you do if you encounter something like this?" he asked.

"She walked away by herself with her eyes open and chose to leave you, and no one forced her to do so. If she had to suffer for a stable life, she deserved it."

"You are right, but that's because you don't love her, you can easily say such rational words."

"Do you still love her?"

"Ah! Yes, I love her, I love her more than before. Strickland will not make women happy, she will have no future with him. I must tell her to understand that I am the man who will not let her down."

"You mean, are you planning to take her in?"

"I won't hesitate. At that time, she will definitely understand that I am the right person. Think about it, she will be abandoned by him, in great pain and nowhere to go. It's so terrible."

Stelloff was so tolerant of her and was not angry at all. Maybe because I was just an ordinary person, I couldn't understand his dedication. He understood what I thought and said:

"I know I'm not a fan of women, because I'm not a man, and people always think I'm a funny character, so I don't force her to love me. If she really falls in love with Strickland, I can't be angry with her."

"You are really the least self-esteem I've ever met." I said.

"I love her more than myself. I think that self-esteem should not be considered in love, otherwise it can only prove one thing: in fact, the person you love the most is yourself. In any case, a married man may fall in love with others. Once he loses the novelty, he will return to his wife and remarry his wife. This kind of thing happens from time to time, and people are no longer surprised. Since there is such a man, then there will be such a woman, right?"

"You make sense." I smiled and nodded, "But many men don't think so, they won't handle this like you."

When analyzing this matter with him, I always felt that there was something strange, that is, it was too sudden. Is there no clue? Did he not know about it? I really couldn't imagine it. I suddenly thought of the strange look of Bronsh Streof, whom I had seen, staring at Strickland. Perhaps she had already vaguely realized something at that time, but was scared.

"I ask you, have you never doubted the relationship between them before?" I said.

Instead of answering me immediately, he picked up the pencil on the table, took a piece of ink-absorbing paper, and drew it casually. After a while, I realized it was a portrait.

"If you hate this problem, just tell me directly and don't be stuck in my heart." I said.

"I'd better feel better when I say it directly. Alas, it would be great if you could understand the pain in my heart," he said, throwing down his pencil and turning to look at me, "Yes, I knew it half a month ago. At that time, she hadn't noticed her feelings yet."

"Then why don't you drive Strickland away?"

"I can't believe it. I think my feelings are wrong, there must be something wrong. I really can't believe this, and it's too strange. After all, she once hated him so much. I thought, maybe I was jealous of him. You know, I'm very easy to be jealous of others. To be honest, I've been jealous of everyone she knows, even you are no exception. But I try to hide my jealousy to avoid being alienated by others. Although she loves me, this love is not as deep as I love her. Not only do I not blame her, but I also understand her very much. As long as she allows me to continue loving her, I will be satisfied. I force myself to leave the studio and let them be alone, because I feel extremely ashamed of myself that I doubt her, so I

But when I returned to the studio, I found that I became an unnecessarily needed person - of course, Strickland didn't need me at all, that's nothing. The important thing is that I found that Bronsh didn't need me. When I kissed her, she started to tremble constantly. Finally, I finally understood that my guesses were true and I had no choice. I knew very well that if I got angry, they would only look down on me even more. If I pretended not to know anything and continued to live in a mess, this matter might not cause any more trouble. So I decided to hide it from her and quietly asked him to move out, thinking that this would avoid a quarrel. Alas, it would be great if I told you the pain in my heart earlier!"

Then he said again that he asked Strickland to move away. The difference was that this time he focused on the depiction of psychological activities. He made up his mind to drive him away, and chose an opportunity that he thought was appropriate. When he stated his request, he tried to pretend to be kind, so that he would not arouse Strickland's anger. But his acting skills were not very good, so his verbs were not so smooth, and he could not completely control his mood, and there was a faint fire of jealousy in his words. But to his surprise, Strickland did not object, but agreed immediately. But he never expected that his wife would leave with Strickland. In short, he regretted it very much and would rather continue to endure jealousy than separate from her.

"I want to defeat him, but I made myself fool of myself."

He didn't say a word, but started to think quietly. After a moment, he finally said what he was in his heart.

"If I weren't so anxious, I might not have been like this after a while. I'm simply a fool. Ah, poor baby, I'm the one who forced her away!"

I shrugged helplessly. To be honest, I don't sympathize with Bronsh Stellov at all, because she was wrong first, but I also understand that I can't tell Delk these words, otherwise he would be even more painful, so I had to remain silent.

At this time, he was obviously not energetic, but he repeated the things he had told me before over and over again, without any fatigue. I don't blame him, because I understand that this storm had hit him too hard and he could no longer control his thoughts. After a long time, the night became darker and we were both so tired that we could hardly open our eyes.

"What are your plans now?" I finally spoke.

"What else can I do? I can only wait for her to call me back."

"Why don't you leave Paris and go abroad for a relaxing time?"

"No, no. What if she needs me? I have to be on standby and can't let her find me."

The first time he encountered such a thing, he had no idea how to deal with it, so he had no plans. I told him that if he had no plans, he would go to bed for a while, but he said he could not fall asleep and insisted on going out for a walk and never came back all night. As his friend, of course I couldn't let go. I insisted on staying with me for the night, and he finally agreed. I let him sleep in my bed and I could go to the couch in the living room. He said so much that night and had no strength to refute me, so he went to my bed obediently. I asked him to take a small amount of Florida, which would make him sleep more soundly. I thought, maybe there was only so much I could do for him at that time.
Chapter completed!