Chapter 803: A Late Night Talk

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After dinner, everyone was resting in their rooms. Wallace was already asleep. When Sharon went downstairs to drink water, she saw Xylia drinking alone downstairs.

When she saw Sharon, she quickly put away her lonely expression and smiled at her.

“Sister Xylia, why are you drinking alone? Are you in a bad mood?” Sharon asked. She could tell that Xylia hadn’t been in a good state since dinner.

“I just can’t fall asleep and wanted to drink some wine.” Xylia took another sip of wine. “Sit down and have a drink with me.”

Sharon sat on the chair beside Xylia. Xylia was wearing a wine-red nightdress, and she looked elegant, beautiful, and lonely. She was no longer young, but from her current appearance, one could tell that she must have been a beauty in the past.

Xylia poured Sharon a glass of wine and said, “Sharon, I’m really envious of you. I haven’t worked and filmed for 13 years. Looking at you guys now, I’m especially envious of you. You’re young and energetic, and you have your own career and life. What about me? Other than my husband and sons, I have nothing. I don’t even have myself.” Xylia wanted to laugh very sadly.

“Back then, you were able to give up your career for love and family without hesitation. You must love your husband very much,” Sharon said gently. She saw the bravery and sacrifice of a woman in her. “Yes, I love him. I love him very much.” Xylia’s eyes were gentle when she mentioned Georg.

“Then have you been happy all these years?” Sharon asked.

“I’m very happy.” Xylia smiled sadly. “That’s if I don’t compare myself to others. When I’m with my husband and children, I often feel like I’ve been cured. However, when I see women like me working hard for their careers, I’m especially anxious.”

“If we go back to that time, are you still willing to give up your career because of your love for someone?” Sharon took a sip of red wine and looked at Xylia.

Xylia thought for a while and said, “If I could transmigrate back with my current memories, I would definitely not give up my career. However, the younger version of me might have made the same choice a hundred times.”

“You can regret any decision you make, but any decision you make is a choice in your heart at a certain moment. So, you don’t regret anything you’ve done because that’s what you want at that certain moment.” Sharon suddenly felt very emotional.

“When you’re young, you’ll be very silly. At that time, you’ll do anything for what you think is precious. As you get older, you’ll start to weigh the pros and cons.” Xylia poured another glass of wine and took a sip.

Sharon drank another glass with her and said, “To the 20-year-old you, love is a myth. It’s something you have to protect after throwing away everything. And to the 40-year-old you, you need your career, recognition, value, and sense of accomplishment.”

“That’s right.”

“Sister Xylia, actually, you say that you envy me, but I think I envy you too. You have a husband and children whom you love and love you. You can cook a good dish that even a restaurant chef might not be able to compare to. You’re elegant, mature, and intellectual. To have someone who loves you is something many people dream of but can’t ask for. But when you chose to give up your career for love 20 years ago, you already had it,” Sharon said.

“From a certain perspective, you’re luckier than others because many people might never meet the person they love so much that they can do anything for him. You gave up your career for love during the rise of it, which means that you really love this person very much, and this person is really worthy of your love,” Sharon continued.

“Your husband is so lucky to be able to marry you.” Xylia looked at the girl in front of her and seemed to understand why she could marry a man like Wallace.

Sharon smiled. “I’m also very lucky to be able to marry him.” historical

When Sharon returned to her room, Wallace was still sleeping soundly. She went to bed quietly, afraid of waking him up.

“Where did you go?” Wallace half-opened his eyes, his voice sleepy.

“I went downstairs to drink water just now and met Sister Xylia drinking by herself, so I chatted with her for a while.” Sharon returned to the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

“Okay, let’s sleep.” Wallace’s voice was slightly hoarse, giving people the illusion that he was acting coquettishly. He turned around and hugged Sharon and the blanket..