He was not expecting that his plan would work. It was better than he ever imagined would happen tonight. Truthfully, he was already anticipating the opposite, thinking he would go ho empty-handed.
However, sohow, as if so miracle had happened, she changed her mind about him. She was giving him a chance. He guessed that was more than he could hope for.
"I took the liberty of ordering so of your old favorites. I don't know if you can rember them, but I hope your taste bud will sohow like them." He arranged the food on the table by the couch as soon as it arrived.
He had asked his assistant to arrange everything, listing all her favorites. Then he asked that it be sent to her room whether she accepted his invitation. Or not.
"What if I said no?" She asked, realizing he had arranged all this before asking her. "You could have wasted your ti and money on all this."
She stared at the food on the table, wondering how they would eat them all. There were just too many to choose from. She recognized so of them, but there were so she was not too sure about.
"Then, you will probably eat these with your mother, Roseann, or the staff." He said as he finished taking them out of the bags.
"Besides, you still need to eat, I assu." He said, putting a little sense of humor and a little dash of his charm on his smile. "Or, they would end up in a dumpster still left unopen."
He guessed that was a gamble he would take for her. He had to do everything in his power, even using all his resources for a fighting chance to get her back. He would not give up on her that easily.
"I don't think I can throw food away just like that. Maybe if I don't eat it, I will probably give it to soone else." Rosella told him.
But still, she believed that wasting money was not a good habit even if this man had plenty to spend. Other people sacrificed a lot to earn a decent living.
But she doubted their effort had been compensated, not even a fraction of what this man must be worth. Looking at his stance, the clothes and items on his body, and the way he spoke, he was a man of wealth and power.
Therefore, she questioned how she ended up with a man like him.
"I know. You value things, big or small, too much." David agreed with her, appearing as if he could see through her. He looked at her as if he knew everything about her.
But could she trust him? Could she truly believe everything he would say about who she was? But her mother told her she could trust him, despite her mother's misgiving about him.
"You know that much." She comnted, believing her guts wanted to trust him even if her mind still advised caution.
She could hardly rember anything except bits and pieces of things she could not understand. She wanted to believe that her mory would soon return to normal, but at the mont, she just wanted to survive one day at a ti.
"I know Rosella before the accident. So I will not presu to know who you are now. But I am willing to start again as your friend." He walked toward her and stopped by the bed.
He did not want to force her to rember and insisted on what they had before. That could only backfire against him. Therefore, he would take baby steps rather than do sothing extre.
It would be better if they could beco friends again. Then see if things would progress to sothing else. But if not, as what he had already decided earlier. He would accept her decision and love her from afar.
"I like that. I want to be your friend." She took his hand and accepted his help as he guided her to the couch.
She could slowly move her legs, but it would still need so ti before she could run again. It might take so ti, but she hoped things would work out for the best in the very end.
"Then, shall we eat?" He offered the first dish closest to her, putting a few spoonfuls into her plate so she could taste it.
He knew food could hardly bring back her mory. It would not miraculously heal her. But he hoped small steps, when finally added up, would create a ripple effect that could an a significant outco.
"It looks delicious." She comnted as she took the first bite. "Everything looks mouthwatering." She added, seeing all the delightful and colorful dishes before her.
Her first bite reminded her of ho, whatever that ant. Maybe it might have sothing to do with her mother's cooking, rembering the food her mother had brought with her during her visits.
She decided to try another dish, hoping it would sohow bring a mory or even if it was just a feeling. It might sohow trigger sothing that would make her eventually rember sothing.
"You should try this one." He offered another dish, putting two pieces of the seafood dish. Of course, she knew what a shrimp was, but she could not rember if she liked them.
"Am I not allergic to it?" Funnily, she was concerned about her condition but still could not rember her na.
The doctors said that she had selected amnesia. The distinct parts of the brain could store different kinds of data.
In her case, the part of her brain that stored her mories had been traumatized by the accident. But it did not affect the portion in charge of her body function and basic knowledge.
"As far as I know, you are not. You used to love it." He quickly added the last part.
He also loved seafood, just like her. It was one of the things they had in common. That was not the only thing, but the rest would have to wait until she was ready. He did not want to overwhelm her.
"Ok. Then, let try it." She said, curious and excited to try sothing new. She was like a child that was about to get a treat.
But was she better at forgetting her past and creating a new future? Or would it be so much easier if she would regain her mory and start from there?
"What do you think?" David looked at her with anticipation, but judging from the expression on her face, he believed she liked it.
He rembered how much she loved it when he brought her to a famous seafood restaurant where they offered the best delicacies fresh from the ocean.
It was one of his favorite mories.
That was the ti he bought the boat. Because he knew they both loved the sea. They could spend the entire day and night on the open ocean staring at the stars while gliding with the waves.
"It is..." Rosella paused as if trying to produce the right word to describe the experience. "I guess one of the most delicious seafood I ever tasted." She told him. "I think I still like it." She concluded.
But she still had several more to try before deciding which was her new favorite. So far, the shrimp was taking the lead.
"Great. I think you should also try this one." He pointed to another dish. "Anyway, I heard that they might send you ho tomorrow."
His friend, Doc Jacob, had updated him about her situation. The doctors had decided that Rosella could finally go ho. She could choose to continue her therapy at the hospital or through ho care.
There was no more danger in her life. Therefore, she would be better off with her family while working on her full recovery.
"Yeah, they ntioned that earlier." She cheerfully said, but she could feel that it lacked enthusiasm.
She knew she should be happy that she was getting out of there. She was alive, healthy, with her body intact.
Except for her lost mory, she should be thankful she was still lucky to survive the traumatic experience. Yet, she could not rejoice as fear crept into her mind.
"Have you thought of what you want to do once you get out?" David asked her, both curious and worried for her.
He could tell it would not be easy for her to adjust to the real world, especially if she had to start from scratch. It would be a long struggle.
He wanted to be there for her. But he was afraid to ask. Would she welco his help? Or would she shut him down again if he ca on too strong again?
Maybe it would be better if he waited for her to ask than for him to offer. But what if she was also afraid to ask? What then?
"I don't know. Frankly, I don't have a clue." Rosella said, looking lost, afraid, and confused. "Mom said that I will be going ho with her. They would take care of ."
Her eyes focused on the various dishes before her. She could not help but compare her situation to the food in front of her.
There were too many things to think about, too many things to choose from, and too many things to decide.
What if she made a mistake?
What would she do if she chose wrong? Could she spit it out if she did not like it and try again? Or would she end up stuck with no choice but to swallow it?
"As your new friend, I am here if you need ." He guessed that was all he could offer her for now.
But if he had a choice, he would have given more if she would just let him. He would not hesitate to love, serve and devote his life to her if she would give him a chance.
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