In the hospital room, Flora Finch lay quietly, tubes inserted all over her body.
Serena Wells rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom, please wake up, okay? You’re my only family, don’t leave alone."
Looking at Serena Wells crying, Benjamin Harper’s fingers curled slightly, filled with compassion.
He thought of himself when his father passed away, he was as heartbroken as she was.
Sotis, the living endure more pain than the deceased.
"Annie, don’t cry. At least your mom is still alive. As long as she’s alive, there can be miracles."
Benjamin Harper patted her shoulder, gently comforting her.
Serena Wells sobbed, turning to hug his waist.
"Evan, I’m in pain. My mom raised all by herself, enduring many hardships. I was frail and sickly since childhood, and she would leave the good food for while she could eat pickled vegetables and rice for a week."
"To support through art school, she worked several jobs just to raise . Now that I’m soon able to earn money, ready to support her, but she’s encountered this. It’s my fault that my mom’s going through this. If I hadn’t insisted on going to art school, my mom wouldn’t have had to work so hard."
Serena Wells cried uncontrollably.
Benjamin Harper understood her feelings, softly patting her shoulder, silently comforting her.
After venting, Serena Wells slowly cald down.
Her eyes reddened and she straightened up to find Benjamin Harper’s clothes had been soaked with her tears.
"Sorry, Evan, I got your clothes dirty."
Her voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of apology and fragility.
Benjamin Harper looked at the wet spot and shook his head, "It’s okay."
"Evan, thank you for coming to be with . It’s late. You should go back."
Serena Wells wiped her tears and sniffed.
"Did you eat?" Benjamin Harper suddenly asked.
Serena Wells shook her head.
"I’ll go buy you sothing to eat, and get so hospital supplies."
Benjamin Harper curved his lips slightly, turning to leave the hospital room.
Serena Wells opened her mouth, watching Benjamin Harper’s back, feeling both warm and distressed.
Luckily she knew him, so in her most helpless mont, it felt like a weight had been lifted.
Grant Villa.
Alia Miles took a shower after finishing her call with Benjamin Harper.
Returning to the bedroom, Damon Hawke was already lying on the bed.
The lamp on the bedside table was on, the man leaned against the headboard, leisurely flipping through a book.
Alia Miles dried her wet hair with a towel, looking at the man’s handso face, her heart softening.
Finally, soone to warm her bed for her.
Alia Miles put down the towel, sat on the bed.
"Not drying your hair?"
Damon Hawke put down the book, glancing at Alia Miles.
Alia Miles leaned over, smiling like a little fox, "Waiting for you to help dry it."
Oh!
The little woman actually demanded service unashadly?
"Is there a reward?"
Damon Hawke pulled back the blanket and got off the bed, finding the hair dryer.
"We’re husband and wife, you want a reward just for drying my hair?"
Alia Miles pouted discontentedly.
Damon Hawke prepared the hair dryer, his slender fingers brushing through her hair, caressing near her earlobe.
"The reward is not just for myself, but for you too."
The man’s attractive voice was like a hook, making one’s heart itch.
The areas brushed by his slender fingers felt like wildfire, making her heart lt.
Alia Miles’ ears grew warm, understanding what he ant.
n, they think about ’that’ once they’re warm and full!
And he pretended it was all for her benefit.
"I don’t need a reward, I’ll dry it myself."
"When a woman says no, she ans yes. I understand."
"Understand nothing!"
"Honey, don’t be angry. Fine, I don’t understand, how about you teach later?"
"..."
Damon Hawke teased his little woman, until her hair was dry.
He suddenly asked, "Elly, Brooke is Leia Quinn, right?"
Alia Miles was arguing with him, instinctively replied yes.
Once she realized, she saw Damon Hawke smiling knowingly at her, wishing she could shove that word back into her stomach.
She glared at Damon Hawke, angrily asked, "How did you guess?"
This sly guy, deliberately joking just to get her to spill the truth?
"I’m a worm in your gut."
Damon Hawke pulled back the blanket, wrapping Alia Miles into his arms.
Alia Miles poked his solid chest muscle, pretending to be fierce, "Don’t tell Wayne, got it?"
Damon Hawke chuckled, his slender fingers lifted her delicate chin.
"Want to keep a secret? Sure, double the reward."
"Damon Hawke, that’s not right, why do you keep ntioning rewards?"
"Then do you want to keep the secret?"
"Stop touching , it tickles!"
"..."
The light went out, the sheer curtains gently swayed by the breeze, casting two intertwined silhouettes in the moonlight.
The next day.
Alia Miles woke up groggily, habitually reaching for her phone to check the ti.
It’s eight o’clock!
How did she sleep so soundly!
Alia Miles’ drowsiness vanished instantly, she hurriedly got up.
The soreness in her body made her wince, her lips pouting.
All because of soone, last night he was like a starving wolf that hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years, relentlessly exhausting her.
The door lightly opened and Damon Hawke’s tall figure walked in.
Alia Miles was supporting her waist as she got out of bed, glaring at the vigorous-looking man, angry but silent.
"Awake?"
Damon Hawke chuckled, walked over to embrace her.
Alia Miles slapped away his reaching hand, glaring at him fiercely.
"Did you turn off my alarm?"
She rembered setting an alarm.
Because today, before Brooke left, she needs to take him to find her, for Brooke to hypnotize him.
How could he turn off her alarm!
"Yes."
Damon Hawke smiled, looking at her angered expression, nodding.
"Don’t you know we have to find Brooke? What if Brooke is taken away by Frost Moore? Do you not care about having a mory?"
Alia Miles shouted angrily.
The laughter in Damon Hawke’s eyes deepened.
Disregarding her opposition, he embraced her tightly.
"Indeed, it doesn’t matter if I have the previous mory or not, I just need to rember you being by my side now."
The man’s lowered eyes were dark and deep, like a deep pond, making one inadvertently sink into it.
He used his pleasant voice to speak tender words, making Alia Miles’ heart soften imnsely.
She softly hit his chest, pouting, "Though losing mory, your sweet-talking skills are still intact."
He used to say sweet words to her too.
Won, just love hearing such words.
"I’m not sweet-talking, I’m stating facts."
"Haha, let go, I need to freshen up."
"What, you don’t believe ? Then let show you how to sweet-talk."
"Hey, Damon Hawke, put down, stop ssing around."
"I like sweet-talking you in bed."
"..."
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