Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1034: Justin Xavier, Will I Forget You?
Leah Thorne tilted her little head, looking at him in confusion, "What do you mean I’m better? Shouldn’t I be better?"
Justin Xavier felt a surge of happiness welling up in his strong chest. He believed Leah was truly getting better.
Time would slowly diminish sorrow. She still had him, and the baby in her belly.
"Leah, about your brother..." Justin wanted to talk to Leah about Mort.
"My brother?" Leah quickly grabbed Justin Xavier’s sleeve, "Is there news about my brother? Ever since he disappeared over a decade ago, there hasn’t been a word. Although everyone says he’s dead, I believe my brother isn’t dead!"
Justin’s heart skipped a beat suddenly. What was she saying?
She seemed to have suddenly forgotten everything that happened recently about Mort.
"Leah, do you know... Cain Shaw?" Justin asked tentatively.
"Cain Shaw? I don’t know him, who is he?" Leah shook her head.
Justin’s heart sank instantly. She had really forgotten about Cain.
Cain was her brother. How could she forget someone like Cain?
The present Leah was very off.
"I’m hungry, let’s eat first."
Justin accompanied Leah for a dinner. After eating, they went upstairs, and Leah went to take a shower.
Justin took out his phone and dialed Serena Sterling’s number.
Soon the call connected, and Serena’s voice came through, "Hello, President Xavier, has something happened to Leah again?"
Justin pressed his thin lips together, "Leah has forgotten the things that happened during this time, forgotten about Cain. It’s like she has amnesia."
Serena paused.
Justin looked at the tightly closed bathroom door, "Maybe the memory of Cain is really too painful for her, and she chose to forget. Actually, it might be better this way..."
Justin thought of her charming, soft appearance in the kitchen, and her smiling eyes. If forgetting is better, then she can be happy.
"President Xavier," Serena interrupted Justin, "this is not good. Leah’s psychological condition is starting to deteriorate, and she’s not well."
Justin’s fingers clutched the phone abruptly, his brows furrowing tightly, "Psychological condition? What psychological condition?"
Before Serena could speak, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and out came Leah, after her shower.
"I’m done with my shower, let’s go down for dinner, I haven’t had dinner yet," Leah said.
Justin looked at Leah, his black eyes shrinking violently, abruptly changing color. They had just eaten, yet Leah had forgotten.
She hadn’t just forgotten about Cain, she was forgetting many things.
"President Xavier," Serena’s voice came through, "Leah has already begun experiencing memory decline. This terrible psychological illness is ultimately sweeping over, rapidly worsening at a devastating pace. Bring Leah to me tomorrow."
Serena hung up the phone.
A storm was already brewing in Justin’s eyes as he watched Leah at this moment, shocked to realize he didn’t know she had a psychological illness.
"Justin, what’s wrong with you?" Maybe sensing his emotional change, Leah reached out timidly to tug at his sleeve.
Justin raised his hand to rub Leah’s long hair, "Don’t be scared, I’m fine. Didn’t you want to have dinner? I’ll cook some noodles for us?"
"Okay," Leah nodded enthusiastically.
Justin went back to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for Leah.
In the dimly lit dining room, Leah took a bite of noodles, and Justin asked quietly, "Is it good?"
"It’s good."
Justin opened his mouth, "Feed me, I want some too."
Leah fed him a bite, but with that one bite, there wasn’t much left in her bowl of noodles.
"You ate all my noodles," Leah frowned, displeased.
Justin didn’t want her to eat too much; she had just eaten dinner and could easily get indigestion.
"Are you mad?" Justin leaned over to kiss her pouting cheek.
"I’m not mad!" Leah said she wasn’t angry, but her face said otherwise!
Justin laughed and pulled her into his arms, "Don’t be mad, I just had a bite of your noodles. I’ll be punished to cook noodles for you every day, 365 days a year, okay?"
This man... really knew how to sweet talk!
Leah playfully punched him twice, then hugged his waist, looking up at him, "From now on, you’re not allowed to take my food."
Justin directly kissed her red lips.
...
Justin did not take Leah to Serena’s place, ignoring all the calls from her.
Now he no longer goes to the company, spending every day with Leah, thinking she would get better little by little under his companionship.
But alas, Leah started forgetting many things.
For instance, she would forget she had watered the flowers just moments ago, she would forget she left the keys in the room, and gradually, many unfamiliar faces appeared in front of her. Yesterday, even Madame Goldie came, and she couldn’t remember her.
She herself didn’t realize she began forgetting people and things. It was only seeing the deep and somber expression on Justin’s face that she roughly guessed she was sick.
That night, in the villa.
Justin was in the kitchen preparing dinner, and he called out to her, "Leah, get the utensils ready for dinner."
"Oh, okay." She obediently took two sets of utensils and placed them on the table.
At this time, Justin came out, carrying chicken soup in his hands.
Leah leaned in to smell it, quickly beaming a smile, "It smells so good."
Her little head got patted, and the man bent down to kiss her little cheek, "Does it? Then eat more if it smells good."
"Okay," Leah nodded vigorously, "I’ll go get the utensils."
She skipped happily into the kitchen.
When she came out with the utensils in her hands, she realized there were already two sets of utensils laid out on the table, the ones she had set earlier. She just froze there, with a look of bewilderment.
Justin didn’t show much emotion. His chiseled facial features appeared very soft under the light. In a navy blue thin sweater and black trousers, he stood by the table like a stately tree, and he began to collect the utensils, then headed towards the kitchen, "Go eat."
Leah hesitated for a moment, then turned around and hugged the man stepping into the kitchen.
The man stopped in his tracks, one hand holding the utensils, the other empty hand touching her soft little hand. He asked gently, "What’s wrong?"
Leah nuzzled her little head against his sturdy back, pouting her little pink lips, "Justin, will I forget you too?"
Justin paused, his low, mellow voice unwavering as he smiled, "It doesn’t matter if you forget, as long as I remember you."
Leah closed her eyes, unspeakable sorrow in her heart. It was easier for her to forget him because she was the one leaving first, and the one leaving first is carefree, while the one left behind is the one who suffers the most.
