Chapter 305

Layla was so flustered by the question that her heart was in turmoil, and the only thing she could think of was to escape. "Let go of me, Samuel," she said, pulling her hand away. Samuel's shoulder was still injured, and he couldn't hold on tightly. His palm fell empty, and his lips turned pale.

"If you do this again, I'll leave. I just want to take care of you until you recover. If you're not clear about that, then I'll leave now," Layla said, forcing herself to sound resolute.

"Don't go... I won't do it again." Samuel quickly compromised. He was too anxious, and his approach was counterproductive. They had a lifetime ahead of them. "I'm sorry," Samuel apologized. He was really afraid that she would leave him now.

Love could make a person very careful, and put oneself very low. He could even give up his self-esteem, let alone his face. Hearing his humble apologies, Layla felt uncomfortable again, as if she had been too harsh, but she was also driven to desperation by him. Layla silently bandaged him up, "Do you want some oatmeal?" she asked softly.

"Yes, thank you." His gaze was too intense, and Layla kept her eyes down, not daring to meet his.

Samuel suddenly laughed helplessly. "You fed me in my nose." Layla pursed her lips and took a tissue, and Samuel took the initiative to put his face up, obedient like a child.

Layla's heart suddenly softened. She thought to herself, 'Does he have to be so cute?'

After two days in the hospital, Samuel insisted on being discharged and moved to a mansion in the suburbs of F Country. Even in the cold winter, various precious flowers and plants bloomed vigorously under the careful care of the gardeners. Lush leaves and flowers interweaved as if the whole spring were coming.

The soup in the pot was boiling, and the fragrance filled the air. Layla added some pepper, stirred it, and took a sip. It tasted light, but suitable for the patient to drink. "This mushroom soup is really good." Layla turned her head, and Joseph put another piece into his mouth. "I haven't had home-cooked food for a long time. I didn't expect your cooking skills to be good. Is this your only advantage?"

"This is for him." Layla frowned.

"Stingy. Isn't there still so much left? He can't finish it," Joseph said, still wanting to eat, but was slapped away by Layla.

"Damn! How can you be so cruel?"

"You stole the patient's lunch. Aren't you ashamed?"

Joseph exaggeratedly exclaimed, "I'm a patient too. I'm being tortured by you two. I'm at death's door."

Who would curse themselves like that? Layla rolled her eyes at him.

"If you want to eat, let the servants make it."

"To be honest, this chef's cooking is not as good as yours. How about you take care of my lunch in the future?" Joseph raised his eyebrows, with a look of "It's your honor to cook for me". Used to his shameless appearance, she was too lazy to retort.

"Do you want to do some hard labor in F continent?"

"Damn! You two are bullying me. How can you do this? I give my all to you, and you treat me ruthlessly. I'm dying."

Leaving the childish man who was making a scene in the kitchen, Layla carried the lunch and went upstairs, feeding Samuel bite by bite.

Samuel looked out the window for a while, then turned to look at her, his pitch-black eyes flashing with a hint of light. "I want to go out for a walk."

"Your shoulder is not fully healed yet."

"I've been lying down for a few days. I don't want to lie in the bed anymore. Just half an hour, okay?" he asked for her opinion.

Seeing his pitiful look, Layla couldn't bear it again. "Well, half an hour, but you have to take a nap first."

"Okay."

After the nap, the servant prepared afternoon tea and set it up in the yard. Layla and Samuel basked in the sun, feeling peaceful. It had been a long time since they had felt this way. Their restless hearts calmed down, and they simply enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the quietness of the flowers.

"Would you like an apple?"

"Sure."

Layla picked up an apple and skillfully peeled it. Samuel stared at her, murmuring, "You're so good at peeling apples."

"Is that all it takes for me to impress you?" Layla smiled. Perhaps she didn't even notice her own smile, but Samuel cherished it immensely. Her smile was as precious to him as a bonfire in the snow. Samuel hadn't seen her smile in a long time. She used to be very sunny and often laughed brightly. Although they were in love, she was not happy, but Samuel vowed in his heart that he would dispel the shadows in her heart and make her return to her former self. Everything would be fine when the child was born.

The house could be rebuilt if it collapsed. As long as she was still there, there was hope for everything. He was confident. Layla cut the apple into small pieces and fed Samuel one by one. Joseph stood not far away, watching the scene, feeling quite sweet, and even feeling a bit like falling in love. No, he couldn't think like that. Love was the devil that hurt people, and he didn't want to be tormented like Samuel. He wanted to be a playboy without emotions. Sleeping with women was fine, but love was out of the question!

With this thought, Joseph felt relieved, and even a little self-satisfied. It was cool not to be in love. He thought himself smart.

Samuel looked forward. "I hope that after the child is born, you will stay at home to take care of the baby and wait for me to come back. In the future, we will have Grandchildren and Great-grandchildren, and we will sit together in the sun, eating apples and chatting, just like now. The scenery here is beautiful, isn't it?"

Layla was calm. "The scenery is beautiful, but Owen can't see it."

Samuel's face froze.

"I'm sorry, but I can only remind myself over and over again not to forget Owen's death."

"What's the use of you remembering? It's just torturing yourself. Are you going to keep torturing yourself like a trapped animal? I can't bring Owen back to life, but I can do something more meaningful. I will establish a foundation in his name to help more people injured in car accidents."

"Thank you for Owen."

"Your injury is almost healed, and I will go back the day after tomorrow." These days, she gave herself a final deadline.

"I'll go back with you."

"It's better for you to recuperate here."

"What I need is you!" he said firmly.

"Samuel, it's time to end. Let's stop here. Don't make me regret taking care of you, and don't cling to me anymore."

"I will cling to you no matter if we are in heaven or hell. I will pursue you to the end."

Layla looked pained. She was like a drowning person, trapped in place, with no way to escape. It seemed that there was no way out of their relationship. At night, Layla slept in a daze, suddenly feeling a figure in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw that it was real. "Samuel?" His hand immediately covered her mouth.