Chapter 319 Could it be an Oedipus Complex?
Sandy's nerves were on edge, and she lowered her gaze, trying to escape.
But before she could take a few steps, Zephyr's grip tightened on her arm, dragging her into a secluded corner.
"Let go of me!" Sandy struggled to cry out.
Zephyr remained silent, pushing her against a tree trunk, trapping her firmly in his embrace.
"Ms. Hernandez, it seems you don't have much of an impression of my cousin?" he said.
He had seen clearly that Sandy had been stunned for a moment upon seeing Harper Long. Yet Harper had told him they were very good friends.
Why was it that such good friends appeared so awkward upon meeting? Could it be that she'd lost her memory?
"Mr. Tom, what I do is none of your business. Please behave yourself! Otherwise, I'll call for people!" Sandy's voice wavered as she warned him.
Zephyr's dark eyes held steady, "Go ahead and call out! It'd be better if your husband knew I was still pestering you. Then I could discuss with him why I'm doing so! I'm certain he'd be very interested in your past."
He spoke as if it was the most ordinary thing, yet Sandy's face turned pale.
"Zephyr, what exactly do you want from me? I keep telling you, I'm not Cora Hernandez!" she claimed.
She certainly couldn't let Kenneth know he was still after her.
The reason was she simply was afraid Kenneth would start to suspect something.
"No, you are Cora Hernandez!" Zephyr insisted, his gaze fixed on the face that haunted his dreams.
"Cora, we've known each other for so many years, and we promised to be together forever. Why are you suddenly going by a different name? Is it because I was a nobody back then, without the means to give you a wealthy life? Look at me now, I've made it. Can't you come back to me?" he pleaded.
His eyes were filled with pain and longing.
Sandy felt a stabbing pain in her heart, and tears uncontrollably began to fall.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I am not Cora Hernandez, can't you just leave me alone?" she choked out, her face the picture of vulnerability and suffering.
Seeing her tears, a flicker of heartache passed through Zephyr's eyes. He lifted his hand gently to wipe her tears and softly coaxed, "Don't cry."
His tone was tender and compassionate, but it only made Sandy cry even more.
Zephyr felt helpless and sought to calm her crying in the most primal way he knew.
He leaned in slightly and tenderly kissed the tears from her cheeks before covering her lips with his own.
Sandy's sobs abruptly stopped.
Her pupils dilated in shock and, realizing what was happening, she quickly turned her head away and then slapped him across his face with a sharp crack that echoed in the still night.
They both froze.
Zephyr slowly turned to look at her, a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes—surprise, heartache, disbelief...
Sandy, her face pale, her red lips trembling, managed to say, "I... I told you I'm not Cora Hernandez. Mr. Tom, if you touch me again, I..."
"What? Are you going to tell your husband? Fine, let's go find him right now!" A flicker of defiance shone in Zephyr's eyes as he grabbed her wrist tightly and started dragging her away.
Sandy panicked and struggled desperately, "Zephyr, let go of me, I'm not going."
He stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at her, "Why not go? What are you afraid of? Shouldn't your husband be the one to drive away an obsessive man like me?"
Sandy clenched her teeth and remained silent, her eyes red. A gust of cold wind blew by, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
Zephyr looked at Cora, her shoulders hunched and her complexion pale, and ultimately couldn't bear to see her discomfort. With a sigh, he took off his jacket and draped it over her.
"Cora, all I want to know is the truth." Under the moonlight, the man's dark pupils reflected the silhouette of Samantha.
He had to know the truth!
But even if she told him, what then?
She was no longer the Cora Hernandez of the past.
Now she was Sandy, the wife of Kenneth, bearing the prestigious name of the Hamilton family.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance. Startled, Sandy instinctively moved behind Zephyr, afraid of being seen by others.
Zephyr turned his head and saw two figures approaching. Without speaking, he pulled Sandy behind a row of hedges and crouched down.
They were very close, and Sandy tried to move to the side, but Zephyr held her tight, saying, "Don't move if you don't want us to be discovered having a private meeting."
Sandy's fingers curled slightly, biting her lip silently, but peering out to see the newcomers bathed in the soft white moonlight.
She could see the other figures clearly.
One was Gary and the other was Luna Moore, who had been persistent in seeking his attention.
"Luna Moore, there's no one around. If you have something to say, say it quickly," Gary said with some impatience, hands in his pockets.
Luna looked up at him, "I heard you lost a bet and now you have to gracefully bow out from pursuing that doctor, right?"
The past being brought up made Gary scowl, "What's it to you?"
"It's my business, of course!" Luna lifted her chin with a measure of satisfaction, "Gary, you turn away from a great girl like me, why humiliate yourself by going after a divorced woman with three kids?"
Hearing this, Gary's expression darkened.
"Luna Moore, if you can't speak respectfully, then maybe you should keep your mouth shut to avoid showing off your shallow ignorance. Yes, I like her, the woman you're talking about, so what?" he scolded.
Luna was fuming, "What's so great about someone like that? Are you out of your mind?"
Gary scoffed coldly, "She's better than you in every way. A spoiled princess like you doesn't even come close to matching even one of her fingers!"
"You..." Luna began to seethe in anger.
"Stop it, just stop talking!" Gary glowered at her. "Luna Moore, just because I lost the bet doesn't mean I'm out of chances. I won't give up on her, so do yourself a favor and stay away from me, quit making a fool of yourself!"
Hearing this, Luna Moore's eyes reddened with anger.
"Gary, have you lost your mind? Still not giving up even after losing a bet, aren't you afraid that Aaron will beat you up?" she taunted.
Gary's face darkened, snarkily replied. "Are you trying to be nosy?"
"You're calling me a nosy dog!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, and even worse, a shameless bulldog!" he retorted.
"You!" Luna gritted her teeth.
Watching Gary make someone cry, Sandy frowned and wondered if Nora's romantic woes were truly over.
Was Gary really that persistent?
Just then, a male voice rang out. "Gary, why have you made Ms. Moore cry?"
Startled from his reverie, Sandy focused and realized two more people had come out.
One was Remington's family's eldest brother, Archer Remington. The other was surprisingly Suzy!
"Big brother, she's driving me crazy," complained Gary, his face a picture of frustration.
Luna Moore, finding her savior, cried out to Archer Remington. "Big brother, he's bullying me! He insults me over a divorced woman with three kids and calls me a dog! Does he have an Oedipus complex?" she cried.
"You!" Gary's complexion shifted, and he swiftly raised his hand as if to strike. He was truly angry now.
At the age of six, Gary's mother passed away due to illness.
The current Mrs. Remington in the family was his stepmother.
Those in the know understood well how rarely stepmothers in affluent families genuinely cared for their stepchildren.
He indeed hadn't received much motherly love as a child.
Luna Moore's words had hit him where it hurt.
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