Chapter 10 - Papa and Mama Should Not Fight (2) (2/2)

And truth be told, he thought Senna had come back to life. She looked so much like her too, but he knew better. The chances of her coming back was zero. The dead can’t brought to life, after all.

She’s dead.

John recalled Senna’s funeral. He remembered that day clearly. It was a murky, rainy day. Her sister was there, calm as she could be, but John knew she was hurting inside.

John breathed heavily and flicked his head.

Senna… he wanted her face erased… he wanted to forget…

“….But….”

“You mean… I slept the night with her?”

John’s brows knotted as he pressed down on his throbbing temples. He tried to recall what happened last night. Maybe he drank too much because the memory from last night was hazy.

He should be angry at her. After all, she barged into his room and slept the night with him, but he wasn’t. Strange. Was it because of Josh? He looked like he fell asleep with a smile plastered on his face that he allowed this beggar to do as she pleased, or was it because of her resemblance to Senna?

John reached out again despite knowing that she was not Senna, but a beggar. Without reason, his trembling fingers touched her cheeks and swept away the hair carelessly scattered on her face. It was an act done out of instinct.

“……!”

John quickly pulled his hands back and sighed.

Did he feel lonely? Was that it? Is that why he brought this woman home? And… why does he feel strange at the mere sight of her?

He’ll never admit to this strange feelings.

Even if this beggar looked like Senna.