Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 288: Impossible Dream

Anne was surprised as he held her hand while she had been about to retract it, slowly he parted his lips and took in the ice cream spoon she held to him. His tongue peeking out to lick off the residue that dropped on his lips.

She was stunned. "You... Why did you do that? You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it."

"I’m forgetting the past and making new good memories with you, you said it yourself, I need good memories to erase the bad ones."

A slow smile lit up Anne’s face. She felt really warm inside that he actually kept what she said in mind.

She scooped another spoonful and fed it to him. There was a genuine thrill in his eyes, as if he was having a good time mainly because she was feeding him.

Eventually, he was called for an important meeting at the office a while later.

Anne also wanted to go with him to the office but he strictly told her to stay home for the time being.

She stayed home and decided to start working on Jasmine’s art pieces, after being on a long call with Jasmine about the aesthetics she wanted to go for, Anne fished out her old art supplies from her things and began to work on it.

She spent several days doing just that. Since she was staying at home, Anne explored the manor to places she hadn’t been before. She came across the attic where a lot of Andrew’s childhood pictures were kept hidden, in some of them Anne saw his mother.

The woman was remarkably beautiful with dainty dark eyes, in that specific picture, she sat with a very young Andrew on her lap, he looked to be four to five years old.

The little boy looked so young and innocent, but looking at him one could clearly see Andrew, not the explosive tornado side of him but the side of Andrew that smiled, the side of him that laughed.

So Andrew laughing with her was him showing her a side of him he hid away for years since his mother left?

Anne shifted her gaze to the woman in the picture, the woman in the picture didn’t look cold or heartless, she looked somewhat warm and friendly. Anne knew she had been a singer and personally, Anne used to like a few songs of hers.

Andrea Walters, to those who knew her as a star she could have been described as a quiet angel with the sweetest voice.

If Anne didn’t know Andrew’s story, she would think this woman as kind and loving, somehow it was hard to believe that a woman like her could abandon a child she’d given birth to.

Every mother loves her child with her whole life, did she really have no love for Andrew in her heart back then?

It was a curiosity Anne knew she couldn’t satisfy, so she sighed, put the picture back where she had taken it and continued to look through the pictures until she came across a few that made her laugh.

There was one of Andrew, he was still so little but he was dressed in a suit. He wasn’t smiling in this picture and it made her picture the now grown up Andrew in his business suit inside his office with that strict look on his face.

Anne kept that one aside because it was her favorite then looked through a few more, slowly the boy’s smile wiped away as she saw older pictures of him until the teenage version of him was the exact replica of the Andrew she knew now...well, more specifically the one she knew a few months ago. Cold, emotionless and with eyes that looked like deep seas that had no end.

Anne picked some of his pictures and gave them to the butler requesting them to be enlarged and framed, she wanted to place them on some of the empty hallways to replace some of the dark and colorless artworks that had been used to decorate the walls.

She wanted Andrew to walk into a home everyday when he returned from work, a home with a family that loved him deeply. She wanted to fill his heart with so much love, he would never feel emptiness again.

The butler was more than happy to oblige, he even suggested she add a few of her own childhood pictures as well, which she found as a good idea and ended up picking out some of her photographs as well.

That day some workers arrived to customize the master bedroom. They had been hired by Andrew to rebuild the room to fit not just a single man but a couple.

Anne smiled at that wondering when he thought about customizing the bedroom. He even sent the designer to discuss some of her personal favorite themes to add to the bedroom.

Anne recalled the first time she had walked into that room, it was filled with dark and masculine themes that fit Andrew’s personality just perfectly. The whole room was intimidating just like the man himself. Anne worked with the designer to give the room a homey feel. While at it, her phone buzzed and she looked down at the text she received from Andrew, if she were to count how many times he texted her since leaving this morning, it would be an astonishing number of times.

The text this time read,

-In a meeting, missing you.-

She giggled and typed a quick reply to tell him she missed him too.

Whenever he came home at night, they would eat together, stroll the Manor’s fully illuminated grounds together, he liked to hold her hand and link their fingers refusing to let go.

"Andrew, why did you name this place Black Thorn Manor?" She asked curiously on one of their evening strolls.

"I didn’t name it myself. When I bought the property, it was a field of blackthorn roses, so when a manor was built there, people just call it that." He explained after which he took Anne to the farther ends of the fence where Anne indeed saw some blackthorn roses growing over the fence.

They spent the night in her room again, and before falling asleep, Andrew asked Anne about her childhood, which she told him about so many things in detail.

Anne had seen a deep frown surface on his face. He hugged her to his firm, warm body tightly.

"Just as you helped me heal, I’ll help you heal too." He whispered before pressing a kiss to her hair.

The fact that he thought of that made Anne happy, she leaned into his embrace more as she said,

"I already healed a long time ago, I have Kristen back, and now you, that’s all that matters to me."

Anne thought he had dismissed the thought after she said that, but she didn’t expect what happened the very next day.

Some people she hadn’t seen in a long time actually appeared in front of her.

She found herself standing outside the manor where her aunt and uncle who she hadn’t seen in a very long time were actually trembling in front of her, then all of a sudden fell to their knees.

They looked so frightened, it almost seemed like if they didn’t kneel before her, some monster would appear out of thin air to chop their head off.

Anne’s mouth fell open, her uncle was a very prideful man, even more so his wife who after becoming the wife of a businessman became arrogantly demure and feigned gracefulness, yet that same woman was here looking so disheveled and falling to her knees.

It felt like she was experiencing an impossible dream.