105 Chapter 105–Ferris Wheel Promises and an Unspoken Goodbye
105 Chapter 105 – Ferris Wheel Promises and an
Unspoken Goodbye
The crowd around us fell into a tense silence as Asher Lane’s face transformed from arrogance to alarm. The recognition in his eyes was unmistakable as he stared at Isabelle. Without warning, he dropped to one knee before her, his head bowed low.
“Miss Ashworth,” he said, his voice stripped of its previous confidence. “Please accept my deepest apologies for any inconvenience caused by my… associate.”
Lyra’s jaw dropped. “Asher, what are you doing?” she hissed, pulling at his sleeve. “Get up! You don’t kneel to anyone!”
He shook her off with such force that she stumbled backward. “Silence!” he snapped, not even looking at her. His eyes remained fixed on Isabelle, filled with something
close to fear.
I couldn’t help but marvel at the power Isabelle commanded with her mere presence. The mighty heir to the Lane.family, kneeling in public–it was a sight I never thought
I’d witness.
Isabelle regarded him coolly: “Your associate has been quite disruptive, Young Lord Lane. I would suggest you handle the situation accordingly.”
Asher nodded quickly, then rose to his feet. He turned to Lyra, who was still gaping at
the scene before her.
“You’ve insulted the Ashworth family,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Before Lyra could respond, Asher signaled to his men. “Remove her from the premises. Make sure she understands the gravity of her mistake.”
“What? Asher, you can’t be serious!” Lyra shrieked as two security guards gripped her arms. “I’m your girlfriend!”
“Not anymore,” he replied coldly. “And consider your contract with Lane
Entertainment terminated, effective immediately.”
As they dragged the sputtering actress away, Asher turned back to Isabelle and bowed
deeply. “I hope this resolves the matter to your satisfaction, Miss Ashworth.”
Isabelle gave him a slight nod. “It does. You may go now.”
Without another word, Asher retreated, his earlier swagger entirely gone. The officials who had arrived at Isabelle’s call also dispersed, leaving us once again surrounded by curious parkgoers who were still trying to process what they’d witnessed.
“That was quite a show,” I said, unable to keep the admiration from my voice.
Isabelle’s serious expression melted into a playful smile. “Let’s not waste any more time on unpleasantness. We came here to have fun, didn’t we?”
Just like that, the tension evaporated, and Isabelle was once again the carefree young woman I’d walked into the park with. She grabbed my hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Come on! I want to try everything!”
For the next few hours, we lost ourselves in the simple joy of the amusement park. We raced on bumper cars, challenged each other at carnival games (which Isabelle dominated with surprising skill), and stuffed ourselves with cotton candy and caramel apples. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so freely or felt so light.
“The Ferris wheel next!” Isabelle exclaimed as the afternoon sun began its descent. “We have to ride it while the sun is setting.”
As our carriage climbed slowly into the sky, the park below us
Brew smaller, the crowds thinning into colorful dots. Isabelle sat close beside me, our shoulders touching. The setting sun cast a golden glow across her face, making her look almost
ethereal.
“Let’s take some pictures,” she suddenly suggested, pulling out her phone. “I want to remember this day forever.”
She leaned in close, holding the phone at various angles as we posed together. One serious, one silly, one with her kissing my cheek–each photo capturing a moment I knew I’d treasure. There was something almost desperate in her enthusiasm, as if she was trying to preserve each/second.
When we reached the highest point of the wheel, our carriage paused, suspended between heaven and earth. The city spread out beneath us, bathed in sunset’s glow.
“Do you know the legend of the Ferris wheel?” Isabelle asked softly, turning to face me.
I shook my head,
“They say if two people kiss at the highest point, they’ll be together forever. Her voice was almost a whisper, her eyes searching mine.
Before I could respond, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. The touch of her lips sent warmth spreading through me, a feeling so powerful it almost hurt.
“I don’t usually believe in such superstitions,” she continued, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. “But today, I want to.”
Looking at her in that moment–her eyes reflecting the sunset, her smile both happy and somehow sad–I felt something shift inside me. This beautiful, powerful woman had walked into my life and changed everything. The realization of how much she meant to me was overwhelming.
“Meeting you is the happiest thing that’s happened in my life,” I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could think better of them. “And I won’t lose you. No matter what
comes our way.”
leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, sealing my promise. When I pulled back, I could see tears glistening in her eyes, though she quickly blinked them
away.
“Let’s make more memories,” she said, her voice slightly unsteady. “We still have so many rides to try.”
We spent the rest of the evening chasing thrills–screaming on roller coasters, getting drenched on water rides, and sharing quiet moments between attractions. Each time our hands touched or our eyes met, I felt that same surge of emotion, a certainty that something profound was growing between us.
When the park finally closed, we walked back to our hotel in comfortable silence, both of us lost in thought. At her door, Isabelle turned to me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Thank
you for today, Liam. It was perfect.”
“We’ll do it again soon,” I promised.
She nodded, but something in her expression made my heart clench. Before I could
question it, she slid into her room with a soft “Goodnight.
Back in my own room, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying moments from the day -Isabelle’s laughter, her kiss, the look in her eyes at sunset. Something nagged at me, though. A shadow behind her smiles, a weight in her silences.
I sat up suddenly, remembering the Protective Amulet I’d been working on. If I could finish it tonight, I could give it to her tomorrow. The thought gave me purpose, and I pulled out my tools and materials, determined to create something worthy of her.
Through the night I worked, infusing the amulet with blood essence–a painful process that drained my energy but would create the strongest protection. Each drop of my blood that merged with the amulet’s core represented my commitment to her safety, my determination to be worthy of standing beside her.
In her own room, Isabelle sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her packed suitcase. Tomorrow she would return to Veridia City as her grandfather had insisted, leaving behind the brief happiness she’d found in South City. Leaving Liam without even saying goodbye.
She scrolled through the photos they’d taken on the Ferris wheel, her throat tight with unshed tears. She hadn’t told him she was leaving. Couldn’t bear to see the hurt in his eyes, to explain that her family’s demands couldn’t be ignored.
“It’s better this way,” she whispered to herself, though her heart screamed otherwise.
“A clean break.”
But as she climbed into bed, sleep eluded her. All she could think about was Liam’s promise at the top of the Ferris wheel and how she was about to break it before it even had a chance to be kept.
Dawn was breaking when I finally completed the amulet. The intricate patterns glowed faintly with power, pulsing with my blood essence. It wasn’t just a protective charm–it was a piece of myself, capable of shielding her from harm even when I couldn’t be beside her.
Exhaustion hit me like a physical blow. My vision blurred as I set the amulet carefully on my bedside table. I needed rest, just for an hour or so, before I could give her my
I fumbled for my phone, setting an alarm for one hour later. The screen swam before. my eyes as I collapsed against the pillows, my last conscious thought of Isabelle’s smile and the promise of tomorrow.
As sleep claimed me, I had no way of knowing that Isabelle was already awake, her suitcase in hand, preparing to slip away without a word.
