Chapter 777 Do You Still Love Me (Part Two) (1/2)
”Mommy, what do you want?” asked the child immediately. ”Let me get it for you. Just tell me.”
With gritted teeth and a frown on her face, Molly suppressed the urge to snort at her recklessness. After moving so carelessly, she might have ripped the wound open on her back again. Instead of bringing it up, however, she answered, ”I'm fine, my child. There's nothing to worry about. I don't want anything.”
When Brian decided to slowly turn around, he was wearing his iconic poker face, his eyes as deep as the ocean. With his arms folded in front of his stomach, the man had his walls up as high as the sky. At first, Brian assumed that she was just putting up an act to gain his sympathy. Then, upon closer look, he sensed that she was not faking the pain. Although she was genuinely hurting, it seemed like she chose to tolerate it for their son's benefit.
”Mommy, I'll get a doctor for you,” Before running out of the ward, Mark gave Brian a meaningful look. The boy felt like it should have been Brian's job to find a doctor. But as his father did not seem like he was going to do anything to help ease Molly's pain, he had no choice but to do it himself.
Once the boy was out the door, Brian and Molly were left alone in the ward. The atmosphere, almost immediately, changed.
While Molly lay in bed, she stared at his impenetrable form. Her left arm was injured badly. As she could not move it without feeling a lot of discomfort, they had to bandage it to keep it from moving unnecessarily. The indifference on his beautifully sculpted face was enough to make her eyes burn with restrained tears. Suddenly it became imperative that she did not blink, as she feared that if she did, she might reduce to tears. And once that started, it would be difficult to stop.
Meanwhile, Brian looked at Molly too without uttering a word. Compared to Molly's transparent emotions such as agitation and sadness, Brian stayed calm and collected. At least, that was what he appeared with such cold eyes.
Neither of them tried to look away. After a while, Molly's nose twitched in discomfort and eventually, she broke the eye-contact. Perhaps it was because her neck was starting to get cramped, or her agitation was becoming too much to suppress.
Even if it did not come from his mouth directly, Brian's amnesia was exposed as a lie, and both of them knew that they could not go on pretending otherwise.
The mere thought of it brought tears out of Molly's eyes, moistening her pillow.
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