He had bound himself to the fame and expectations of a “renowned fashion designer,” and he knew that Jessica could easily ruin him through that. Either Jessica falls alone, or he dies along with her, it was high time that Sylvain made a decision.
He might still wear the glorious facade of prestige in public, but he knew better. His current life had ceased to provide him with even a shadow of design inspiration, and he had not produced any exceptional work for at least half a year. He had become nothing more than a useless parasite leeching off a woman.
Jessica was right to suspect his ulterior motive for returning. Yes, it was because of Robin Cox, the girl with a name most befitting of her character. She was a happy, chirping robin in a bright, sunny day. Whenever Sylvain was with her, he also felt his personhood acknowledged. He felt as though he was slowly reanimating, and his creativity, stifled for half a year, began to see signs of life.
The one thing Sylvain wanted the most was to prove that, even without Jessica, he was still the top-level fashion designer the world had known him as. Even without her, he would still be able to create awe-inspiring designs.
He wanted to prove to himself that it was his own talent and skills that made him. None of it was ever because of Jessica.
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