When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1406

Chapter 1406

Huh? Is this a confession?

His genuine smile took me by surprise, and I quickly shrugged all of my concerns off my mind. Igrasped his hand and nodded as a tiny smile played on my lips.

…

After spending another fortnight at the hospital for a series of therapies, the doctor finally agreed todischarge me from the hospital.

As it was early winter, the weather was just about right.

I put on a jacket over my patient gown and took a seat next to Marcus, who was in the driver’s seat.

Irked by my hair that was shoulder-length, I ran my fingers across it, drooping it behind my shoulderswhen the car was brought to a halt at the traffic light.

It took a little longer than usual for the traffic light to turn green. Bored, I wound down the window tosurvey the surroundings that felt familiar yet odd at the same time. “Have I always been in frail health?It feels like I have made countless trips to the hospital. I can vividly recall this particular route to thehospital..”

Marcus stared at me in the eyes. A few seconds later, he stared dead ahead and said, “I neglected youand your condition back in the day, but I won’t leave you alone anymore.”

His words felt like a double innuendo, but before I could probe further, he showed no signs to carry onwith this conversation. Hence, I had no choice but to stop poking my nose into his business.

Suddenly, a limousine pulled over by the road. The lavish vehicle caught my attention because of itsostentatious appearance.

The passenger inside the limousine wound down the window and a mellifluous tone could be heard asa child yelled, “You’re a fascist who can’t even keep his word! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

It was an adorable sight because the child had uttered harsh remarks that were unbefitting of the imageof a child.

A few seconds later, a little boy who looked about five or six-year-old craned over and tried to jump outof the car.

The boy had relatively chubby cheeks and his hair styled up, making him seem increasingly mature ascompared to his peers. The checkered suit he had put on made him seem like a miniature version of agentleman. He had been blessed with great features, befitting his identity as the owner of thelimousine.

As he was merely a step away from sneaking his way out of the car, my heart sank.

Suddenly, a gigantic hand could be seen lifting the little boy’s collar and bringing him back to the car.The boy seemed like a defenseless prey that had fallen victim to a vicious predator.

When the little boy saw me, his eyes widened in disbelief. “Mommy!”

The man behind the little boy glanced at me and asked rhetorically, “Excuse me, Gregory Hall? Haveyou always considered your father a man with bad taste?”

The handsome man had flawless facial features that seemed to be out of this world. His abysmal pairof eyes seemed to be able to easily intimidate and seduce others according to his will.

Unsure of the reason behind the overwhelming sensation washing over my body, I had a hard timecatching my breath. I could feel my heart sinking as the time flew by. I placed my hand on my heart in

an attempt to catch my breath, yet it seemed to be of no avail. No matter what, I couldn’t tame myrampaging emotions. In the end, I unwittingly leaned forward.

Once the traffic light started flickering green, Marcus started the car again, but he soon noticedsomething was wrong with me. “Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m fine.” I shook my head and lied, not wanting to return to the hospital.

As soon as we got on the move again, I felt so much better and returned to my usual self within a fewseconds.

Perhaps it was one of the aftermaths of transient global amnesia—my emotions were flooding in andout.

After shooting another glance at the limousine, I noticed the other party had headed over in anotherdirection. It seemed as though our paths would never cross again.

The little boy was probably blessed with an abundance of wealth the moment he was born. He’llprobably be a renowned figure in the future.

Although I was an amnesiac, I could vividly recall that I wasn’t a member of the upper echelon. When Irecalled the man I saw, I secretly repeated his words in mind.

Have you always considered your father a man with bad taste? What did he mean by that? Do I lookbad?

Most importantly, is that the way he’s supposed to talk to his son?

Can a woman really stand a man with such an intimidating look and an arrogant manner?