I love you, Gideon Henry

"MOMMY!" Andrea said before she ran towards her mother.

Gideon slowly turned his head in my direction.

My heart stopped beating when our eyes met. His face was serious… his blue eyes were piercing into my soul.

My knees felt weak with the way he looked at me.

"We'll leave you two here…"

Helen said. She went to me and took the grocery bag in my hand.

"Talk to him, Bianca," Helen whispered before she turned her back on us and pulled Andrea inside the house.

I was left there with Gideon. I looked at him. He looked fine. Except for the small scratches on his arms, he looked fully recovered. His white dress shirt was folded up to his elbows. His hair was already clean-cut.

I swallowed hard and faced him."What are you doing here?"

He raised his thick eyebrows. "Claiming back my wife. How about you, why did you run away, Bianca?"

I looked away. "I already know that you've finally recovered your memories, Gideon. If you're here to talk about divorce—"

"What are you saying