The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 518 - 529
The hand hanging by his side couldn’t help but curl up, suppressing the sudden craving.
Aurora Cooper walked in and saw this scene.
Her expression froze, and she quickly coughed twice before stepping to the bedside, smiling: "Why hasn’t Dr. Jackson clocked off yet?"
"Hm." Koa Jackson straightened up, looked at her calmly, and said, "I came to check on Mia Ginger."
"Thank you." Aurora replied politely.
Koa Jackson smiled faintly, "It’s my duty."
Lying on the bed, Mia watched the two exchange words, feeling somewhat depressed, asked softly, "Mom, why are you back so soon?"
"..." Aurora glanced at her speechlessly.
Clearly hearing a trace of disdain in her tone.
A warning bell sounded in her heart.
Glancing at Koa, she smiled and said, "There’s still something else to ask. Shall we talk outside?"
"Okay." Koa glanced at Mia and nodded.
Mia felt a bit downhearted, pouted, and weakly said, "Goodbye, Dr. Jackson. Remember to come and chat with me tomorrow."
Aurora: "..."
It’s only been a few minutes, and the two have become familiar again.
Her mood was really bad. She stepped outside, looked at Koa, and said straightforwardly, "After lying down for more than ten days, Mia has become somewhat restless, talking a lot. You’re busy with work, so don’t take her words seriously."
Koa Jackson smiled silently.
Aurora thought of the scene she had just witnessed and felt a headache coming on.
Koa Jackson seemed like Mia Ginger’s destined calamity.
The way they interacted felt ambiguous and soft, as if feelings would arise at any moment.
Of course, she had to prevent it.
The thought arose, Aurora decided to ask straightforwardly, "Given her current situation, is transferring to another hospital convenient?"
Koa Jackson finally snapped back to reality, looking at her in surprise, "Transfer to another hospital?"
"Yes, transfer." Aurora nodded and explained, "Words once said are like water spilled, Dallas Taylor has agreed to this marriage. I think a hospital transfer for Mia would be good for a fresh start."
"Are you afraid she’ll remember me?" Koa Jackson slightly frowned.
"Yes." Aurora was blunt.
"I don’t agree," Koa Jackson’s hand hanging by his side slightly clenched, speaking calmly, "I don’t agree with the transfer. I want to see her recover before I feel at ease."
"You’ve already agreed, haven’t you?"
"Yes." Koa Jackson said, "I agreed not to bring up the past in front of her, but..."
His tone paused, "There is an additional condition."
Aurora was stunned for a moment.
"I need to see her recover." Koa Jackson was succinct.
Aurora: "..."
Seeing her recover?
If while watching her recover, feelings developed between the two?
"I know what you’re worried about." Koa Jackson looked at her with a serious face, "Even if I don’t mention it, if she remembers it shows her intention to escape these feelings isn’t strong. She loves me, and I love her too. Two people in love should be together, shouldn’t they?"
Aurora: "..."
She suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.
Koa Jackson, compared to his peers, was more mature and steady.
Not at all like a junior?
Yet—
She had already been too demanding, how could she continue to push boundaries?
Aurora nodded, looking at him seriously, "Alright, I can agree to your condition. But as you said, if she still hasn’t remembered you by the time she’s discharged, I hope your matter can be completely past."
Koa Jackson remained silent for a long time, then said softly, "Okay."
"Then I’ll head back inside."
With Aurora’s words hanging, she turned and entered the door.
Koa Jackson stood outside, not leaving for now, quietly listening to Mia’s light laughter inside.
The longer he listened, the more uncomfortable he felt, a bit unable to bear it.
At this moment, Mia, despite having suffered, seemed light and carefree, speaking with casual candor, her eyes clear and bright, still obedient, and most importantly, her temperament had become softer and livelier than before.
What could he say?
As one purposely forgotten, many things he couldn’t utter.
Koa Jackson took a slow step towards leaving.
As night fell, outside the hospital, all the street lights lit up.
He felt only emptiness.
As if he was in the midst of a wilderness.
A voice of a soft-speaking girl came from afar.
Yet there wasn’t a single shadow around.
He kept walking, his face expressionless, appearing extremely indifferent, as if the surrounding air cooled because of him.
After a while, he stopped and realized he had long walked past the entrance to the neighborhood.
Koa Jackson lowered his head and mocked himself with a smile.
Turning around, he walked back.
Passing by the convenience store still open at the entrance of the neighborhood.
Standing outside, Koa Jackson pondered slightly, then stepped inside, glancing down at the display case, said to the shop owner, "A pack of cigarettes."
"Which brand?"
"Any."
He never smoked before, never paid attention to cigarette brands.
In fact—
He didn’t care about any brand; any brand was fine, as long as it was cigarettes.
The shop owner unexpectedly glanced at him, reached inside the display case, and asked: "How much?"
"Any."
"Ninety-five bucks." The shop owner took out a box from the corner and handed it to him.
"Hmm." Koa Jackson handed over the money, his voice indifferent, "And a lighter."
The owner casually handed one to him.
Koa raised his hand to receive it without looking, turning away and stepping out the door.
Without Mia Ginger.
It felt truly empty.
He had to find something easily addictive, to fill that silent void in his heart.
Cigarettes, just right.
