??Chapter 315: Chapter 315: The Little Thief of Emotions
Chapter 315: Chapter 315: The Little Thief of Emotions
Tanigawa saw that Cherish Turner’s expression was a bit unsightly and went over to support her: “Cherish, are you alright?”
Cherish shook her head, trying hard to calm herself down.
“It seems like you’ve rembered sothing. Cherish, you don’t have to worry. In the future, I believe you’ll gradually recall even more things. Since you’re here, why not stay? There aren’t many people in this house now. Dad isn’t in good health, and the Turner family has fallen into decline, like rats on the street that everyone wants to beat. So, I’m sorry to inconvenience you like this.”
Chloe spoke with a smile, but Cherish felt as if her smile carried slivers of coldness. She wondered if it was just her imagination.
“Can I go see Dad?” Although Cherish still found this ho very unfamiliar, the fact remained that they were family. Two identical faces were the best testimony to this.
Chloe originally wanted to refuse the request, but after thinking about it, she agreed.
Anthony hadn’t fallen asleep yet. He was just lying down, mumbling sothing.
Cherish could only hear him calling her na: “Cherish, Cherish.”
Although she had never t this old man before, seeing him brought tears to her eyes. It was a strange feeling, as their blood was surely thicker than water.
Chloe turned away, struggling to suppress her anger.
Adjusting her emotions, she put on a gentle expression: “Dad, Cherish is back to see you. Are you happy?”
The old man smiled foolishly, repeatedly saying, “Happy, happy. It’s great that Cherish can co back. She’s finally back, she’s back…”
Cherish didn’t understand why she had left in the first place.
Of course, Chloe could see the confusion in her heart, but she didn’t plan to give her an easy answer.
“Now that you’ve seen Dad, let
show you around. This place is where I’ve lived for thirty years.”
Chloe took Cherish on a tour of the entire Turner family’s old mansion. Many parts of it had fallen into disrepair due to age. However, the east pavilion had a particularly festive atmosphere, with luxurious red curtains hanging on the vermillion pillars. It looked quite grand, reminiscent of an ancient estate.
Cherish didn’t know who had once lived here.
“This is my room. At that ti, Mom and Dad decorated it to be a bridal chamber, hoping I would get married and leave from this room.”
When Chloe said these words, her face was full of smiles, and she looked very sweet.
A bridal chamber, so it was ant for a wedding. But with whom?
William Griffith perhaps?
On the big bed lay a traditional Chinese qipao in bright red embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. It looked rather festive. However, probably because it hadn’t been cleaned for a long ti, the once luxurious fabric now appeared a bit worn, like a flower forgotten in a corner, its colors faded.
Chloe always felt lancholic when her fingertips touched this dress.
“You and William, you must have loved him very much.” Cherish could tell from Chloe’s expression that she probably loved William very dearly; otherwise, she wouldn’t feel so lancholic.
“Talking about it now doesn’t an anything. It’s all in the past.”
Is it really in the past? Cherish knew that it wasn’t. How could true love be so easily forgotten? Pretending to forget sotis made the pain even more excruciating.
As Cherish watched Chloe caressing the qipao, a thousand different feelings flowed through her heart. Yet not one of them was light and cheerful.
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