Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1606

Chapter 1606: It damn hurt

Penny, for Dean, was someone so close yet always just out of reach.

They had both graduated early and trained under Professor Singh, entering college at an unusually young age. And while many would assume their shared experiences meant they understood each other well, the truth was quite the opposite.

Dean quickly rose to popularity — thanks to his early achievements, towering height, and striking appearance — while Penny struggled. She wasn’t bullied, exactly, but people often treated her like a novelty. It took time for others to warm up to her. To most, she was either a child to be coddled or a quirky mascot.

And Dean was always there, watching it unfold.

Now that he thought about it, he had always been there — not too far, not too close, just enough to be in her world without fully belonging to it. Whenever he tried to become a more significant part of her life, something always seemed to get in the way.

So instead of showing her his heart, he chose to irritate her. Teasing her, provoking her — it was the only way to get her attention, and the only way the world seemed to allow him in.

For the longest time, Dean had believed that it was the world interfering.

But now, he was asking himself,

Was it really the world? Or was it just me—my own lack of urgency, my failure to try harder-that lost me every chance I had?

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[PRESENT TIME]

Dean pulled into the driveway of his villa, his eyes immediately spotting a familiar car parked a few meters away. A heavy sigh escaped him, followed by the click of his tongue in irritation.

But this time, he didn’t turn the wheel and drive away.

This time, he parked, shut off the engine, and stepped out.

He walked straight to the front door, then stood there, staring at it as if it didn’t belong to him. As if Belle wouldn’t be waiting inside to greet him.

Click...

The door unlocked from within and creaked open. Belle stood there, tilting her head slightly.

"Done running away?" she asked.

He didn’t respond, only stared at her.

"If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine," she said gently, stepping aside and opening the door wider. "But at least let me look after you. I know you’re not sick, and technically you’ll be fine, but—"

"I don’t think I’ll be fine," he interrupted, catching her off guard.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried — and failed — to force a smile.

"I don’t think I’ll be fine, Belle."

A tight lump formed in his throat, choking his breath. His eyes reddened at the edges, glistening with unshed tears. He rocked his head slightly as he tried to exhale.

"It hurts," he whispered. "It... damn hurts."

Belle pressed her lips into a tight line, her shoulders softening.

"I know," she whispered, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him. "I know, Dean."

Because no matter how strong a man is, heartbreak doesn’t spare him. Dean could deny it all he wanted, but Belle — someone who had been like a sister to him — saw through it all.

[Back at the Laboratory...]