Chapter 132 She No Longer
Loves You
Seeing Rachel lying in bed, her face drained of color, Brian’s chest tightened with worry.
“Why do you look so pale? What happened?” As soon as the words left his mouth, his gaze landed on the bedsheet behind her.
The fabric was pristine white–one he didn’t recognize from home.
“You’re in a hospital.” His voice sharpened, more a statement than a question.
Rachel masked the flicker of panic in her eyes and forced a calm response. “Yeah, my period cramps were
really bad, so I came in for a check–up.”
“What caused it? Did they run any tests?”
“It’s okay. I got an injection, and I’m already feeling better.”
After a few more exchanges, she quickly found an excuse to end the call.
Brian stared at his phone, an odd sense of emptiness creeping in.
He noticed that Rachel still hadn’t asked about Tracy.
In the past, she would have been jealous, demanding answers.
But now, she seemed completely detached.
Even while sick, she hadn’t called him or sent him a single message. She had kept it all to herself.
Before, whenever she wasn’t feeling well, she would cling to him, pleading for his attention.
She would insist he hold her- like a child, always trying to remind him she belonged in his life.
But now, she no longer turned to him for comfort.
Brian pressed his fingers against his temples, a dull ache forming behind his eyes. Lately, something about
Rachel felt… off.
Just then, a knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Ronald stepped in, his posture straight and respectful. “Mr. White, the meeting is about to begin.”
“Hold on. I need to ask you something.”
“Of course, sir. What is it?”
“Have you noticed any changes in Rachel lately?” Brian’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.
Ronald hesitated. It wasn’t his place to comment–Rachel was Brian’s fiancée. If anyone should know her best,
it was him.
But after some thinking, he found he had indeed noticed something different.
Brian’s gaze hardened. “Just be honest.‘
Ronald exhaled carefully. “I found she has become very independent. She’s been taking care of things on her
own… without relying on you.”
He chose his words cautiously and stopped there.
Brian sat back, mulling over the thought.
She wasn’t as clingy. She hadn’t thrown a fit over Tracy. She had become patient, tolerant, and even generous. It should have been a relief. Yet, his chest felt uncomfortably tight, as if something was slipping through his fingers. The feeling lingered, refusing to fade.
By the time the meeting ended, the weight in his chest hadn’t lifted. So, he deliberately kept a few female employees behind.
Seeing they had been singled out, the women exchanged uneasy glances, their nerves tightening. Had they made a mistake? Had they somehow upset Brian? They straightened in their seats, their hands stiff in their
laps, bracing for a reprimand.
But instead, Brian’s tone was unexpectedly calm. “I’ve asked you to stay behind because I have a personal
matter to discuss.”
A personal matter? So, it wasn’t about work! Realizing this, their tension melted away, replaced by curiosity.
Their eyes flickered with intrigue, eager to hear more.
“It’s about relationships,” Brian continued. “From what I’ve heard, you’re all happily married. Ronald tells me your families are thriving, so I thought I’d ask for your insight.”
At the mention of relationship troubles, their excitement grew.
One of the older women leaned in slightly. “Of course, Mr. White. Ask us anything–we’ll do our best to help.”
Brian drummed his fingers on the table, his expression unreadable. After a pause, he finally spoke. “If a woman was always clingy–always making it clear how much she cared–but one day, she suddenly pulls away, stops seeking me out, and acts completely independent… what does that mean?”
The room fell silent for a moment before one of the women, rather than answering outright, posed a question
of her own.
“When other women were around you–especially when things got a little too friendly–did she use to get
upset? Maybe even jealous?”
Brian didn’t hesitate. “Yes. She’d argue with me every time.”
“And now?” another woman prompted.
His fingers stilled against the table. His voice came out quieter than before. “No. She hasn’t said a word. She
acts like she doesn’t notice… like she doesn’t care at all.”
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Hearing his response, the women exchanged knowing glances, their conclusion already clear. Without hesitation,
they all agreed.
“Mr. White, we hope you won’t take offense, but there are only two reasons a woman changes like that.”
Brian’s gaze sharpened. “Go on.”
The older woman spoke first. “The first possibility is that she loves you too much–so much that she’s afraid of upsetting you. She worries you’ll find her unreasonable, so instead of speaking up, she swallows her feelings and suffers in silence.”
His jaw tightened. “And the second?”
The room grew still before another woman answered, “She’s been hurt too many times, hurt so deeply that she’s lost all hope. She’s forcing herself to move on, to stop loving you. And when a woman reaches the point where she no longer cares… it means she no longer loves you.”
A sharp pang twisted in Brian’s chest.
No longer loved him?
She had loved him for so long, so consistently, that he had almost taken it for granted–so long that her presence had become as natural as breathing.
If one day she truly stopped loving him, if she really let go…
He couldn’t even picture it.
No. That couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let it.
The women observed his reaction and, assuming the person in question was Tracy, decided to speak even more
boldly.
“Mr. White, if we may be frank, you are an exceptional man–whether in business or other aspects, you’re incomparable. But love isn’t about success. It’s about effort, about making someone feel valued. No matter how much a woman loves you, if she stops feeling loved in return, she will feel disappointed, she will become distant… and eventually, she will leave. And once she’s gone, there’s no turning back. No matter who it is, regret always comes too late.”
Another woman joined in, her tone light yet sincere. “Women need to be cherished. No matter how strong they seem, their hearts are softer than you think.”
For once, Brian didn’t maintain his usual air of indifference.
–
Instead, he leaned forward slightly and asked with rare humility, “Then tell me what’s the best way to make
her feel cherished?”
“The best way? Propose to her. Marry her. Give her a lifetime of commitment. Make her feel truly treasured- shower her with love, with romance, with the security of knowing she’s your one and only.”
Brian nodded slowly. “I appreciate your advice.”
His fingers brushed against his chin as he mulled over the idea.
Now he understood why Rachel had wanted to move the wedding forward.
She still loved him.
Realizing this, his mood instantly lifted, the weight in his chest easing.
Meanwhile, as soon as the meeting ended, the female employees wasted no time whispering among themselves.
“Who do you think Mr. White was talking about?”
“Isn’t it obvious? It has to be Tracy Haynes.”
“I swear, I’m jealous of her! Can you imagine having him care about you that much? She’s basically living every
woman’s dream.”
“Right? And mark my words, he’s going to propose soon. Once that happens, Tracy will officially be our boss’s wife. We better start treating her with extra respect. We can’t afford to get on her bad side.“
