Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 396: Whether I Remember or Not, It Doesn’t Matter
In the hospital room, Flora Finch lay quietly, tubes inserted all over her body.
Serena Wells rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom, please wake up, okay? You’re my only family, don’t leave me alone."
Looking at Serena Wells crying, Benjamin Harper’s fingers curled slightly, filled with compassion.
He thought of himself when his father passed away, he was as heartbroken as she was.
Sometimes, the living endure more pain than the deceased.
"Annie, don’t cry. At least your mom is still alive. As long as she’s alive, there can be miracles."
Benjamin Harper patted her shoulder, gently comforting her.
Serena Wells sobbed, turning to hug his waist.
"Evan, I’m in pain. My mom raised me all by herself, enduring many hardships. I was frail and sickly since childhood, and she would leave the good food for me while she could eat pickled vegetables and rice for a week."
"To support me through art school, she worked several jobs just to raise me. Now that I’m soon able to earn money, ready to support her, but she’s encountered this. It’s my fault that my mom’s going through this. If I hadn’t insisted on going to art school, my mom wouldn’t have had to work so hard."
Serena Wells cried uncontrollably.
Benjamin Harper understood her feelings, softly patting her shoulder, silently comforting her.
After venting, Serena Wells slowly calmed down.
Her eyes reddened and she straightened up to find Benjamin Harper’s clothes had been soaked with her tears.
"Sorry, Evan, I got your clothes dirty."
Her voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of apology and fragility.
Benjamin Harper looked at the wet spot and shook his head, "It’s okay."
"Evan, thank you for coming to be with me. It’s late. You should go back."
Serena Wells wiped her tears and sniffed.
"Did you eat?" Benjamin Harper suddenly asked.
Serena Wells shook her head.
"I’ll go buy you something to eat, and get some hospital supplies."
Benjamin Harper curved his lips slightly, turning to leave the hospital room.
Serena Wells opened her mouth, watching Benjamin Harper’s back, feeling both warm and distressed.
Luckily she knew him, so in her most helpless moment, it felt like a weight had been lifted.
Grant Villa.
Amelia Miles took a shower after finishing her call with Benjamin Harper.
Returning to the bedroom, Damon Hawke was already lying on the bed.
The lamp on the bedside table was on, the man leaned against the headboard, leisurely flipping through a book.
Amelia Miles dried her wet hair with a towel, looking at the man’s handsome face, her heart softening.
Finally, someone to warm her bed for her.
Amelia Miles put down the towel, sat on the bed.
"Not drying your hair?"
Damon Hawke put down the book, glancing at Amelia Miles.
Amelia Miles leaned over, smiling like a little fox, "Waiting for you to help me dry it."
Oh!
The little woman actually demanded service unashamedly?
"Is there a reward?"
Damon Hawke pulled back the blanket and got off the bed, finding the hair dryer.
"We’re husband and wife, you want a reward just for drying my hair?"
Amelia Miles pouted discontentedly.
Damon Hawke prepared the hair dryer, his slender fingers brushing through her hair, caressing near her earlobe.
"The reward is not just for myself, but for you too."
The man’s attractive voice was like a hook, making one’s heart itch.
The areas brushed by his slender fingers felt like wildfire, making her heart melt.
Amelia Miles’ ears grew warm, understanding what he meant.
Men, they think about ’that’ once they’re warm and full!
And he pretended it was all for her benefit.
"I don’t need a reward, I’ll dry it myself."
"When a woman says no, she means yes. I understand."
"Understand nothing!"
"Honey, don’t be angry. Fine, I don’t understand, how about you teach me later?"
"..."
Damon Hawke teased his little woman, until her hair was dry.
He suddenly asked, "Elly, Brooke is Leia Quinn, right?"
Amelia Miles was arguing with him, instinctively replied yes.
Once she realized, she saw Damon Hawke smiling knowingly at her, wishing she could shove that word back into her stomach.
She glared at Damon Hawke, angrily asked, "How did you guess?"
This sly guy, deliberately joking just to get her to spill the truth?
"I’m a worm in your gut."
Damon Hawke pulled back the blanket, wrapping Amelia Miles into his arms.
Amelia Miles poked his solid chest muscle, pretending to be fierce, "Don’t tell Wayne, got it?"
Damon Hawke chuckled, his slender fingers lifted her delicate chin.
"Want me to keep a secret? Sure, double the reward."
"Damon Hawke, that’s not right, why do you keep mentioning rewards?"
"Then do you want me to keep the secret?"
"Stop touching me, it tickles!"
"..."
The light went out, the sheer curtains gently swayed by the breeze, casting two intertwined silhouettes in the moonlight.
The next day.
Amelia Miles woke up groggily, habitually reaching for her phone to check the time.
It’s eight o’clock!
How did she sleep so soundly!
Amelia Miles’ drowsiness vanished instantly, she hurriedly got up.
The soreness in her body made her wince, her lips pouting.
All because of someone, last night he was like a starving wolf that hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years, relentlessly exhausting her.
The door lightly opened and Damon Hawke’s tall figure walked in.
Amelia Miles was supporting her waist as she got out of bed, glaring at the vigorous-looking man, angry but silent.
"Awake?"
Damon Hawke chuckled, walked over to embrace her.
Amelia Miles slapped away his reaching hand, glaring at him fiercely.
"Did you turn off my alarm?"
She remembered setting an alarm.
Because today, before Brooke left, she needs to take him to find her, for Brooke to hypnotize him.
How could he turn off her alarm!
"Yes."
Damon Hawke smiled, looking at her angered expression, nodding.
"Don’t you know we have to find Brooke? What if Brooke is taken away by Frost Moore? Do you not care about having a memory?"
Amelia Miles shouted angrily.
The laughter in Damon Hawke’s eyes deepened.
Disregarding her opposition, he embraced her tightly.
"Indeed, it doesn’t matter if I have the previous memory or not, I just need to remember you being by my side now."
The man’s lowered eyes were dark and deep, like a deep pond, making one inadvertently sink into it.
He used his pleasant voice to speak tender words, making Amelia Miles’ heart soften immensely.
She softly hit his chest, pouting, "Though losing memory, your sweet-talking skills are still intact."
He used to say sweet words to her too.
Women, just love hearing such words.
"I’m not sweet-talking, I’m stating facts."
"Haha, let go, I need to freshen up."
"What, you don’t believe me? Then let me show you how to sweet-talk."
"Hey, Damon Hawke, put me down, stop messing around."
"I like sweet-talking you in bed."
"..."
