"No trouble at all. Mr. Moriarty's salary is way more than what I earned as a nurse in the hospital," Vivian said with a shake of her head.
Because of her gentle nature and caregiving skills, the hospital director had recommended her to Mr. Moriarty.
He offered her a salary ten times higher than her nursing job, asking her to take good care of Mr. Preston. It was a rare and desirable opportunity.
"And Mr. Preston isn't like other patients in the hospital. No messy duties like helping with bathroom needs. I just cook and wash clothes for him.
"As for his personal care, Stanley takes care of that, so it's really a pleasant job," Vivian added.
After serving the rice, she said to the two, "You start eating first. I'll wait for Stanley to come back and eat with him."
With that, Vivian left the dining room, giving them space to be alone.
After Vivian exited, Luana was somewhat dazed—she hadn't expected that Cline had not only saved Al
"No trouble at all. Mr. Moriarty's salary is way more than what I earned as a nurse in the hospital," Vivian said with a shake of her head.Because of her gentle nature and caregiving skills, the hospital director had recommended her to Mr. Moriarty.He offered her a salary ten times higher than her nursing job, asking her to take good care of Mr. Preston. It was a rare and desirable opportunity."And Mr. Preston isn't like other patients in the hospital. No messy duties like helping with bathroom needs. I just cook and wash clothes for him."As for his personal care, Stanley takes care of that, so it's really a pleasant job," Vivian added.After serving the rice, she said to the two, "You start eating first. I'll wait for Stanley to come back and eat with him."With that, Vivian left the dining room, giving them space to be alone.After Vivian exited, Luana was somewhat dazed—she hadn't expected that Cline had not only saved Al
"Really?" Luana jerked her head up, tears flying off her lashes onto Albion's hand.Albion nodded with a smile. Sunlight streamed through his translucent skin behind his ear, casting a pale-blue shadow on the wheelchair armrest."I'll stay and take care of you," she declared, suddenly gripping his hand so hard her nails dug into his palm. "I won't go anywhere."Albion's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.His gaze slowly dropped to his motionless legs. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out the words, "I have someone to care for me."Luana followed his line of sight to the steps, where a girl in a beige dress stood holding pruning shears, lavender falling in heaps at her feet."Her?" Her voice sounded like glass submerged in ice water.Albion didn't turn around. Instead, he stared at the dandelion in Luana's hair. "Her name is Vivian. She's from a domestic agency.""For three years?" Luana's voice wavered."Mm-hmm
She tilted her head back to look at him, her tearful eyes crinkling into a smile. "I'm here.""Thank goodness, I heeded your words," Albion said, a gentle curve to his lips."What words?" she asked.He froze for a moment—it seemed she no longer recalled their past conversation.But it didn't matter, as long as he remembered. Extending his arms, Albion pulled her into a tight embrace with all his strength, whispering into her ear, "This time, I haven't forgotten you..."Every day, he recalled her appearance countless times, etching every detail into his memory.Even when memories occasionally blurred, he dared not let her image fade, for she had once said, "In the next life, don't forget me again...""I'm sorry, Albion..." Luana's freshly stopped tears began to flow again.She recalled the pain he must have endured when she wished to see Cline one last time before her death."You have nothing to apologize for," Albi
The girl led Luana through the living room to the backyard.Standing on the steps, the girl pointed to the flowerbed and said, "He's over there."Luana followed her gaze and saw a man in a wheelchair, surrounded by blooming flowers.Sunlight bathed him, casting a soft glow.He held a book, his profile as she remembered.Memories flooded back. The youth she knew loved reading amidst flowers.After three years, Albion remained the same gentle and quiet soul, as if time had stood still.Her eyes welled up as she softly called out, "Albion..."At the familiar voice, the man in the wheelchair stiffened.His fingers gripped the armrests, knuckles whitening, as he slowly turned his face toward her. There, on the steps, stood a woman in a fiery red dress, her short hair neatly styled. The breeze revealed her face—the one he had dreamed of countless times.Though her dress differed from the white one in his memories,
Cline lifted his hand and gently touched her cheek, saying, "The person I've wanted to marry has always been you."His voice was deep, yet tinged with restrained deep affection, causing Luana's heart to tremble for a moment before quickly being replaced by disbelief.Cline opened his thin lips as if to say something more when Russell's voice came from the front, "Mr. Moriarty, we've arrived."Cline slightly lifted his head and looked at Luana, reluctantly hugging her tighter once more.However, Luana gazed at him indifferently, as if reproaching him for his inconsistency.Cline curved his lips into a bitter smile and softly said, "It's over."Luana glanced at him, then released her arms around his neck and stepped down from his lap.After exiting the car, Cline called out to her again, "Luana."Luana turned around and looked at the noble and cold man sitting inside the dimly lit car.The darkness seemed to envelop him, c
Russell promptly slowed down and pulled the car over. He then tactfully exited the vehicle.Luana turned her head with a puzzled expression. "Aren't you taking me to see Albion?"Cline gazed at her anxious look and nodded. "I will take you, but..."He paused briefly and leaned in closer. "Before seeing him, can we go back to how we used to be?""What do you mean?" Luana frowned.Cline raised his hand and smoothed the wrinkles between her brows. His fingertip gently traced her features. "Before we arrive, be my lover again, just for old times' sake."Luana thought he wanted to get intimate again and her face immediately fell. "Impossible."Cline's fingers froze mid-air, and his voice turned hoarse. "Can't we just act like we used to until we get out of the car?"This reminded Luana of the past—after their intimate moments, Cline would hold her in the living room, feeding her water and snacks.Maybe his "going back"