Chapter 378 Extravagant Hopes
Brad said, "I'm heading to the construction site now. I heard the signal's pretty bad there. I'll be careful. Don't worry; I'll hit you up once I find a signal."
I checked the coordinates on the map; it was out in the suburbs, really desolate.
Basically, it was a piece of land waiting to be developed. As a post-construction designer, what did Brad need to check out at this stage?
I had never been involved in basic construction work and knew next to nothing about it. I was totally clueless. But from my perspective, at the start of a project, there should be a professional technical team involved. The designer must be a professional architect, not just a painter.
Brad's job was to design and create relevant styles on-site after the main structure of the building was done.
Why on-site creation?
In my projects, I draw on paper, and the client used high-tech methods to enlarge the drawing proportionally and then printed it on the building.
Brad's project for the Taylor family involved directly painting on designated walls after the main structure was completed. The challenge wasn't just in the painting skills and design concepts but also in protecting the artwork later, like the colors.
I heard Professor Evans say that Brad's project would take two years, pioneering a new approach in the real estate development industry. If done well, the income would be huge, at least twenty million dollars.
When I first learned that my project would earn eight million dollars, I was beyond excited. No matter how tired I was, I felt it was worth it. Whenever I was exhausted, I'd see the money coming my way, and I'd immediately feel re-energized. At that time, I really thought I was excellent, being recognized by the industry and earning such a considerable amount of money even before graduating.
Now, looking at Brad's project, not only was it much more challenging than mine, but the income was also significantly higher.
This showed that my previous self-assessment was off; I still didn't fully understand my true level.
In the field of painting, if I wanted to catch up with Brad, I needed more learning and practice.
Jenny took Brad to such a desolate place under the guise of the client. She must have ulterior motives.
Jenny has long coveted Brad and despised me. In my absence, she would definitely try every means to get Brad.
I trusted Brad and believed our love was rock solid.
But I didn't trust Jenny. In my mind, she was now cunning and malicious.
However, what could I do even if I didn't trust her? Brad had his mission, and I had my own responsibilities. Brad had to travel for his mission, and I had to do my job well.
I still had my studies to continue, and my project was at a critical final stage. I couldn't put any of these aside.
Brad's departure was something I couldn't change; I just had to accept it. So, all I could do was endure and wait, praying he'd come back safe.
I wanted to be by his side, but right now, that felt like a pipe dream.
It felt like I had a heavy iron hat on my head, making it hard to lift, stifling and painful. Tears welled up countless times, but I swallowed them back. Chaotic images flashed before my eyes; I kept telling myself not to overthink, but I couldn't control it.
I couldn't keep crying because crying only proved my weakness; it didn't help the situation. Besides, the people who cared about me weren't here, so who was I crying for?
But what else could I do besides cry?
Growing up was really tough, with all kinds of helplessness, pain, problems, and endurance.
As someone admired by many students and a bit proud of my small achievements, I had finally realized after going through so much that I was actually insignificant, unable to change anything, not even able to protect my own love.
Facing various problems, I have no ability to solve them independently without relying on my parents or Brad.
When I was with Brad, I couldn't do anything for him. Now that he was far away, I couldn't even keep up. The only thing I could do was what Brad told me: take care of myself and wait for him to come back.
I tried calling Brad's number, but a cold, mechanical voice reminded me that the number was temporarily unavailable.
It felt like countless needles were piercing my heart.
Where was Brad? When did he leave? Who was he with? Was he safe? Was he dressed warmly enough? Would he be cold?
I kept asking myself, didn't I trust Brad? Why was I thinking about these uncertain things?
I answered myself; I didn't know why; I just couldn't control it.
I opened my eyes to see unanswered messages in the Facebook chat.
I closed my eyes and saw Brad standing in the sunlight, smiling at me. He reached out his slightly calloused right hand and softly called, "Baby, come here."
My heart ached with longing. Brad, where were you? I missed you so much!
It was only been one night, and it was already so hard to bear. There were still two years ahead; how would I get through this?
I thought I was really useless. I spent the morning in a state of dejection. The pinned chat on Facebook was empty, and calling his number still resulted in that cold, mechanical voice.
My heart grew heavier with worry.
Several times, the scene of the previous landslide flashed in my mind, with Brad covered in mud, carrying Jenny out of the narrow man-made passage. If it all happened again, what would I do?
My mind was in turmoil, and I had no energy to do anything.
My worry for Brad's safety reached its peak.
I went to teach the second-year students in my department in a daze. While teaching, my thoughts unconsciously turned to Brad. I wished I could grow wings and fly to the location. Regardless of the consequences, I wanted to see if he was okay and bring him back so I could be at ease.
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