Free Web NovelChapter 239: Michael Should Be Telling The Truth
Wendy took one step towards the house. And Michael, like a guide, introduced her by saying, "This way is the kitchen, and there is the bedroom... "
Wendy went to the bedroom first, and some scenes continued to come to her mind.
She looked at the big bed and raised her head. Wendy didn’t see the wedding photo hanging on the wall and smiled lightly, shook her head, and said, "It seems that our previous relationship was really bad because we didn’t even have a wedding photo."
"I’m sorry, Wendy." Michael bowed his head and spoke with a strong sense of apology, "Whether you can think about it today or not, I hope you can give me another chance."
Wendy did not answer Michael’s words and reached out to touch everything in this room.
Her eyes were fixed on the big bed, but Wendy could not recall any scene of them in bed.
Wendy said, "Have you ever slept in this bed? Or rather, did we sleep together?"
"Sleep, but not much... " Michael, since he was trying to help Wendy recover her memory, naturally told the truth, although he knew that the truth was likely to have bad results. "I rarely came back before, sometimes only once in ten days or in half a month.
"After coming back, I also hardly spent the night at home.
"Only in the month before your accident five years ago, our relationship eased a bit."
"No wonder," Wendy snickered. No wonder she couldn’t recall images of them in this bed together.
Wendy went back to the kitchen, the toilet, the balcony.
Countless fragments of memories flooded into her mind, but they were blurry, rather than connecting back and forth.
Finally, she went into the study.
In the study, there was a bouquet of lilies, still fresh.
When she saw the lilies, Wendy remembered that she had bought a bouquet of flowers before, and Michael had thrown it to the floor.
Michael also seemed to say that what he hated most was lilies. After that, Wendy rarely bought flowers.
But what about the lilies now?
"In this house, why are there still flowers? Do you still live here?" Wendy asked.
"I lived here for the five years you were gone. Then you came back, and I moved in next door to you. Later, you had a car accident and lost your memory, so I didn’t bring you here for fear that you would come back here and remember what happened before. But from time to time I would come back to see the place and have someone come to clean it. I remember that you like lilies the most, so the lilies at home have never been broken."
Michael’s words made Wendy a little moved.
In the study, in addition to the lilies, there was a wall of paintings...
Wendy came closer to look, the painting skills were not good, she could just barely tell that the painting was Wendy.
She took one of the paintings down and said, "You drew that?"
Michael nodded his head.
Wendy looked disappointed and said, "Am I that ugly? Look at this nose. It’s collapsed. I don’t look like this."
"Sorry, I’m not good at drawing," Michael said. "These are the ones I drew when I thought of you over the past few years. In fact, I drew more than these. And some I burned... "
"Burned?" Wendy was puzzled.
Michael coughed lightly with some embarrassment as he reached out and touched his nose as he said, "Everyone said you were dead, so I thought I’d burn them for you to the underworld... "
When she heard this answer, Wendy wanted to roll her eyes.
Michael actually believed in this?
That was absurd.
However, when Wendy heard these words, her heart was somewhat moved.
Wendy looked back at the painting in her hand and turned it over to find that there were words on the back...
After the painting was turned over, Wendy clearly saw a few lines of words.
Unlike the poor drawing, the font was beautiful.
Even with the memory loss, Wendy immediately recognized that this was Michael’s handwriting.
"Today is the 525th day you left. Everyone says you’re dead, but I still can’t believe it. Wendy, if you’re really dead, can you send me a dream?"
Wendy looked at these two lines and her eyes became a little teary. After that, she picked up another painting, which also had words on the back saying, "Day 317, it’s already 3:00 in the morning and I still can’t sleep. You used to hate it when I came back from drinking, but I’m sorry Wendy, it’s too hard not to drink and be clear in the head."
"Day 38, I sent everyone to look for you, but why can’t I even find any sign of you? I don’t believe you’re dead. You must be in some corner of the world. Wait for me. I will find you."
"The 872nd day, I can’t bear it anymore. I really can’t bear it anymore. I wanted to leave with you countless times. Now, I am watching the company grow bigger and bigger, and people around me are happy for me. But you know what? Without you around, I can’t be happy at all. If it is possible, I am willing to trade all of what I have for you to come back to my side. Even if it’s my life, it will do."
"The 1,600th day, Wendy, you have been away from me for 1,600 days, and every day is torture for me. I wish I could sleep and wake up to see you first."
There were so many pictures on the wall that Wendy couldn’t look at them all. freeweɓnovel.cøm
She never thought that Michael would write down so much of his despair in this small room.
Looking at the portraits, Wendy only felt warmth rise in her chest. It was all painted by Michael little by little.
Looking at the paintings on the wall, Wendy was captivated by a wedding photo.
In the photo, she was wearing a white wedding dress, and Michael was wearing a suit.
The drawing skills could be ignored, but the background was her holding Michael’s hand, and under her feet, if she understood correctly, should be a red carpet.
Wendy flipped through the words on the back, and it said, "Wendy, I dreamed about you today and in the dream you asked me why I didn’t save you. In fact, I really saved you at that time, but we were both set up by Christian. I was useless for not protecting you."
Seeing this line, Wendy frowned. Save her?
Suddenly, a scene came to Wendy’s mind.
In the scene, she was kidnapped together with another woman. Then, the scene shifted, and she was pushed into the sea.
Wendy could even feel the desperation and helplessness she felt at that time. But she couldn’t seem to remember the rest.
Turning her head, Wendy asked Michael, "What does this mean?"
Michael took the painting Wendy handed over, saw the line on it, bowed his head and said, "When you and Yvonne were kidnapped together, the kidnappers gave me a choice, and I could only save one. At that time, I chose you, but the kidnappers still pushed you into the sea. You came back to Lake City five years later and kept thinking that I didn’t save you, so you kept hating me. But I explained this matter to you before, yet you did not fully believe me... "
Although Wendy did not fully recall this matter, what Michael said and the scene that just came to her mind had some overlapping parts.
In other words, Michael should be telling the truth.
