Chapter 536 The Unadmitted Heartbeat
Jessica pointed to the door and calmly said, "You should leave."
After speaking, she turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Francis watched her back, and for some reason, at that moment, he felt she was like a wisp of smoke, ready to dissipate at any time.
She kept her promise; she had no intention of keeping him any longer.
This was what he had always deeply desired.
But at this moment, he found himself feeling a bit reluctant.
'Francis, it seems you've lost your mind, starting to have wild thoughts.'
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Alright, take care of yourself, especially since you're pregnant. Pay more attention to your health."
"I'm leaving."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, step by step.
But each step was particularly heavy and laborious.
The way out was very close; at his usual speed, he could leave in less than a minute.
But this time, he walked very slowly.
More importantly, he found himself with a sense of expectation.
He hoped she would call him back, hoped she would turn around and walk towards him.
But nothing happened.
It wasn't until he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door from the outside that Francis woke up from his dream.
Their three-day agreement had ended.
Hearing the door close, Jessica slowly turned around.
Looking at the door, she was lost in thought for a long time.
She knew he had left.
He would leave cleanly and thoroughly, never leaving a trace behind.
A breeze blew, lifting her long hair, and making it look a bit messy.
As Jessica reached out to smooth her hair, suddenly, a few tears fell from her eyes.
Each tear was crystal clear.
She gently wiped them away, as if she had never cried.
"Gabriel, I tried, even using a less-than-honorable way to keep you by my side, but unfortunately, you didn't remember me."
"Since you don't believe in your identity, don't believe my words, what's the point of forcing you to stay by my side?"
"Please forgive me, I am proud too, I have my dignity. If it's not you who remembers me, not you who loves me deeply, then I don't want a soulless version of you."
"Goodbye, let's have a brief farewell."
At 2 PM, Francis walked out of the yard.
Louie was guarding the gate.
Seeing Francis, Louie respectfully said, "Mrs. Walton has instructed that you can leave as soon as it hits two."
"So now, you are free."
These words were what Francis had longed for.
Looking at the empty yard, he moved his lips and said, "Before I leave, can I say goodbye to her?"
Louie shook his head, "Mrs. Walton instructed that she is sleeping now. Since you are leaving eventually, there's no need for a farewell."
"Besides, you have people waiting for you at home."
"Go ahead, once you leave, Mrs. Walton won't have to think about you, and she can rest well."
Louie's last words were practically urging Francis to leave.
"Alright, please convey a message for me: take good care of herself, and I wish her all the best."
After saying that, Francis left.
Two minutes later, Louie knocked on the bedroom door.
"Come in."
Louie respectfully reported, "Mrs. Walton, Mr. Walton has left. Before he left, he asked me to tell you to take care of yourself and wish you all the best."
"Alright, I know."
Francis hadn't slept at all.
How could she sleep?
Now it was good, he completely left, and she no longer had that expectation, so she could take a nap.
When Francis arrived at the Bell Villa, Celia was watching TV in the living room.
Seeing him, she happily rushed over.
"Francis, it's great, you're back! Why didn't you tell me in advance so I could pick you up!"
"It's okay, I'm back now."
"By the way," Celia rummaged through her bag and suddenly took out a piece of paper, handing it to Francis, "I went for a check-up yesterday, look, this is our baby."
"Although it's very small and not clear, it still looks like you, so cute!"
Francis looked at the ultrasound image, but strangely, he felt unusually calm.
He didn't feel any joy of being a father.
Celia noticed too, pouting unhappily, "Francis, this is our baby, why do you seem not to be looking forward to it at all?"
"No, it's just that I'm a bit tired from the trip, I want to rest for a bit."
"Alright then, you go take a nap."
Francis suddenly remembered a question, "Celia, you said I lost some memories before. So this baby, when did we make love, and you got pregnant?"
Suddenly being asked so directly, Celia was stunned for a moment.
A blush crept up Celia's face, making her look a bit shy.
But then, her heart started to race, and she became flustered.
"Francis, why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Just a bit curious."
"We are usually very restrained people. Although we were dating, we never slept in the same bed. That time was after we got engaged, we were happy, and both had a bit to drink, so everything happened naturally."
"I drank a bit too much that day, so I don't remember the details."
"But I know, the feeling you gave me was wonderful."
"And..." Celia looked at him shyly, her face full of blush, "That was our first time, and my first time too."
After saying this, she lowered her head, feeling very shy.
Francis tried hard to recall.
But no matter how hard he tried, his mind was blank.
Trying harder, his head started to hurt.
Seeing his pale face, full of pain, Celia immediately supported him.
She asked anxiously, "Francis, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
"Francis, are you feeling unwell?"
Francis tried to stay conscious and replied, "My head suddenly hurts a lot, help me back to rest."
"Alright, I'll help you to the room right away."
Leaning on the bed, after drinking a glass of warm water, Francis felt much better.
Celia, however, worriedly touched his head several times.
Finally, Celia said reassuringly, "You don't have a fever, maybe you're just too tired these days. I won't disturb you, have a good rest."
Celia was about to leave the room.
"Celia."
Francis suddenly called out tenderly, and at the same time, he reached out and grabbed Celia.
With a forceful pull, he brought her onto his bed.
With another pull, their foreheads were touching, their breaths mingling.
At such a close distance, Francis closed his eyes, trying to approach her with his lips.
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