Chapter 342: John Is So Good at Sweet-Talking
Aurora shivered, on the verge of tears, almost ready to kneel and plead with the person behind her, "Sir, please don't kill me."
It was exactly what she feared the most.
Aurora mustered her courage to turn around. In that split second, she squinted her eyes, too scared to fully open them, and didn't clearly see who was gripping her shoulder.
Until a deep and familiar voice sounded above her head. "Aurora."
Upon hearing this, Aurora suddenly looked up. The moment she saw John, she was so excited she almost cried.
"Aurora, are you okay? Lachlan and Gideon said the hotel was on fire and we lost contact with you. Do you know how worried I was?" John pulled Aurora into his arms, his broad hand stroking her head, letting out a sigh of relief, "I'm just so glad you're okay. So glad."
When John learned that Aurora was missing, he immediately rushed back to find her. He had been searching for over an hour, and every minute of that hour was torture.
"Honey." Aurora hugged John and suddenly burst into tears.
She had never cried so freely in her life.
Her crying scared John, leaving him at a loss, "Honey, what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?"
Aurora shook her head, crying non-stop without saying a word. At that moment, John became her everything.
Since her mother passed away years ago, she had learned to hold back her tears. Tears only made others laugh at her.
After meeting John, he spoiled her back into a child, allowing her to laugh and cry without restraint.
The cold wind blew on the street.
John first took Aurora back to the car, handed her a tissue, and looked at her gently, "Honey, did I scare you just now?"
Aurora still shook her head, sobbing, "I saw my mom."
John was taken aback; he hadn't expected that. He paused for a moment, then gently comforted her, "Maybe you miss her too much, and that's why you thought you saw her. We'll visit her grave when we get back."
John naturally didn't know that Wendy was actually alive.
Hearing his comforting words, Aurora suddenly stopped crying and repeated, "I saw my mom."
John nodded, "Yes, you just said that."
Aurora added, "Not a ghost, a living person."
John stared at Aurora for a few seconds, and in this serious atmosphere, he tentatively asked, "Resurrected?"
Aurora replied, "Not resurrected, faked death."
John's expression froze for a few seconds before he commented, "Aurora, your dad and mom are really a match, even thinking of faking death together."
Aurora glared at John, then turned her head to look out the window. Feeling indignant, she turned back and hit John a few times, but it was more like a gentle scratch.
Aurora voiced, "John, my eyes are swollen from crying, and you're still making jokes like that."
John smiled brightly, holding Aurora's hand in his palm, "Silly, I was teasing you. Your mom isn't dead, but you're wandering the streets and crying. Let me guess, you're upset because she hasn't visited you all these years?"
Aurora was surprised and blurted out, "How did you know? Can you really read minds?"
John smiled and pointed his index finger at Aurora's heart, "I don't understand other people's hearts, but I must understand my wife's. It's part of the job description for husbands."
John's smile was like a breath of fresh air, and Aurora's mood lifted without her realizing it. Her obsessive thoughts from earlier also faded.
Aurora lowered her eyes and admitted, "Just now, when I saw my mom, I was shocked and couldn't believe it. I was overjoyed but also incredibly sad. Luis is just her adopted daughter, and she is so loving and gentle with Luis. But in the past eighteen years, she had countless opportunities to come back to Silvercrest City to see me, yet she never did."
As she spoke, Aurora's emotions surged again. She looked at John, "I just can't understand. I'm a mother now, but I still can't understand her actions. Honey, do you think I'm being too obsessive?"
John sighed with pity, holding Aurora in his arms and letting her head rest on his chest.
"No matter how old we are or what roles we play—wife, husband, mother, father—we are always children in front of our own parents," John comforted her. "As children, we crave our parents' love. There's no right or wrong in that."
Aurora looked up, her chin resting on John's chest, gazing at him for a while. Moved, she leaned in to kiss his chin.
Aurora pressed her hands on his shoulders, and John cooperated, slowly leaning back.
Aurora pushed John down onto the car seat. Since the car was narrow, she simply straddled his legs.
"Aurora, be gentle, my leg hurts." John voiced.
"Sorry!" Aurora quickly moved to his other leg and gently patted John's injured leg, "Didn't you say it was healing well?"
"It just got bumped again, seems like it's worse now."
Usually, John would endure the pain, but given the opportunity, he wouldn't miss it.
Aurora turned on the car's light and saw that John's thigh was bleeding again. Even with dark pants, the bloodstains were obvious.
"How did it get so bad? You fool, you didn't even treat it and kept quiet for so long." Aurora was both angry and heartbroken.
"It's just a minor injury," John replied with a light smile, "By the way, Lori and Todd have been rescued. They're resting at the hotel."
While saving Lori and Todd, his leg wound reopened. After rescuing them, John rushed to find Aurora, so he didn't have time to treat his wound.
"Let's go to the hospital first." Aurora got out of the car and sat in the driver's seat, "You guide me, I don't know the way."
John was very familiar with the small town.
In just twenty minutes, they arrived at a local hospital. The doctor re-stitched John's wound, and Aurora felt heartbroken watching.
Aurora looked at the wound and commented, "Your leg probably won't heal in time for the wedding."
"Honey, why do you sound a bit happy about that?" John asked.
Aurora, caught, awkwardly coughed twice, "How could that be? I meant, can we skip the dance we owe Lori? After all, you reopened your old wound saving them."
John stood up and gestured for Aurora to help him.
Aurora understood immediately and reached out to support him, giving John a sideways glance, "You're really something, already learning to boss me around."
John smiled, pretending to be weak, and leaned his head on Aurora's shoulder, "Honey, I'm feeling dizzy from blood loss."
"You're not convincing at all," Aurora complained while helping John out, "Why were you so calm when you heard my mom wasn't dead?"
Wouldn't most people be shocked? They might even think she was talking nonsense.
But John accepted it calmly and believed it.
"Is it strange?" John asked, "Isn't that just your parents' usual style?"
Aurora snorted, "Don't act like you know them well."
"You've inherited your parents' excellent genes. Do I need to know them? Knowing you is enough."
Aurora was angry, "John, say that again, I dare you."
Was he indirectly insulting her?
John quickly changed the subject, "Aurora, I have good news for you. Richard has been caught."
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