Chapter 5
He was really crazy, tossing and turning me around.
The whole process was agonizing, and I cried until my voice became hoarse.
I remembered when I was dating Antoine, I was timid and often scared to sleep when there were thunder and lightning.
He would always stand outside my bedroom door.
The door was half open, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I could see him.
I couldn’t bear to see him sitting on the floor in the corridor, so I called him into the room, but he refused, saying, “I can’t ruin your reputation.”
The person who used to carefully guard me has now become a demon who only forces me.
At the moment of ending, he murmured in her ear, “Noemi, don’t think about escaping, you can never escape me in your lifetime.”
He made up his mind and refused to let me go.
What should I do in the end?
Maybe I was wrong to be alive.
The next day, I ran to the hospital in a daze and held Dawson’s hand, babbling incessantly.
He lay pale on the sickbed, unable to hear anything at all.
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But I was really driven crazy by Antoine, I didn’t know who to talk to, who else in this world could I rely on?
“Dawson, I’m really tired, can I take you away? Don’t blame me, okay?”
That was it. Once dead, it was all over.
I would no longer be tormented by Antoine..
I trembled as I reached out to remove Dawson’s oxygen mask, my heart aching like a knife cut.
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that last year on my birthday, Dawson excitedly gave me a string of bracelets.” Noemi, I heard that these beads can bless a person with lifelong safety. I’m giving them to you. And just so you know, I bought them with the money I earned from my job, not using Dad’s money!
My Dawson was so well–behaved, understanding, and cheerful.
He liked to laugh, liked the sunshine, and liked everything beautiful.
How could I make him accompany me to die?
Islapped myself hard.
I had to hold on.
For Dawson, I had to keep going.
After leaving the hospital, I went to the music classroom.
In the past, I also had taught some students, but later my father passed away and Dawson got into trouble, so it was put on hold.
It is funny to say, but this piano classroom was opened by Antoine for me.
He once built dreams for me with his own hands, and then he destroyed my hopes with his own
hands.
I sat in front of the piano, lost in thought, when suddenly a voice came from behind me, “Why aren’t you playing?”
It was Alan.
I was a little surprised, “How did you come here?”
He smiled and sat down beside me, “Just happened to pass by.”
I opened my hand and said, “My fingers hurt.”
He furrowed his brows and said, “Not feeling better yet? Should I introduce you to an orthopedic doctor?”
I thought he was just being polite, but to my surprise, a few days later, he actually called me. “I have invited an orthopedic specialist from abroad. When are you available for a consultation?”
I hesitated for a moment and then declined, “No, thank you.”
Why bother trying so hard when the wound is incurable in the first place?
He did not insist anymore, he just had someone send a few ointments.
“What the doctor recommended to me, I heard it’s very effective, you should try it first.”
“Thank you.”
“What’s the use of being polite?” He paused and added, “Of course, if you really want to thank me, you can treat me to a meal.”
de took me to a private home–style restaurant, where the owner, who was an old acquaintance of his, jokingly said upon seeing him, “Mr. Watts, have you changed again?”
Alan kicked him and said, “Go away, stop talking nonsense. It was all just a performance.”
The boss was not angry either, “Oh, it seems that this woman is quite skilled. She can make our Mr. Watts change his mind.”
I felt a bit embarrassed, but Alan told me not to mind, “He’s just a person who loves to talk
nonsense.”
After several encounters, I found that Alan was not as bad as the rumors suggested, but rather a gentleman with a good sense of propriety.
He patiently removed the fish bones and naturally placed the fish onto my plate, saying, “Try it, the fish here is fresh and tender.”
“Thank you.”
He laughed again and said, “Why are you always so polite to me?”
He seemed to enjoy laughing a lot. When he didn’t smile, he looked very shrewd, but when he did smile, there was a hint of childishness.
I couldn’t help but curl my lips either.
