Chapter 419 Taking Sleeping Pills
After I repeatedly declined her invitations, Emma finally couldn't hold back her tears. She asked if I still held a grudge against her and what she could do to make things right.
I wasn't sure if I'd ever be big-hearted enough to forgive them, but I knew I'd accept them because they were Brad's family. I could brush off Emma's feelings, but I couldn't ignore Brad's.
During the holidays, Brad barely posted any updates. I was torn between wanting him to drop everything and come back to spend the holidays with me and fearing that his impulsiveness might lead to something we couldn't undo.
My anxiety grew day by day.
When I couldn't sleep at night, I'd hold that little backpack and stroke it, closing my eyes to remember the moments with Brad. Eventually, I'd drift off to sleep.
After more than a decade, the little backpack didn't look the same, but to me, it was priceless. It was a huge comfort during these days of longing.
The question of whether Brad would come back hung over me like a dark cloud, making it hard to breathe.
Several times, I stared at the pink suitcase by the window, wanting to take an impromptu trip to Brad's city and bring him back, no matter the cost.
Luckily, my rational side stopped me from doing something so reckless.
But I was getting more and more miserable.
Helen noticed my growing silence and, realizing her attempts to cheer me up were failing, stopped trying to talk to me. Instead, she made my favorite dishes to lift my spirits.
Without Brad around, everything I ate tasted bland.
I really, really wanted Brad to come back.
I missed Brad so, so much!
But Brad still hadn't sent any news.
Helen saw me looking dejected and lifeless and tried several times to take me out for a walk, but I refused. Eventually, I locked my room door, leaving Helen outside to sigh helplessly.
My parents prepared a table full of my favorite foods, but I still found no joy in eating. I tried to stay positive and had two beers with Ronan before putting down my fork.
I was at home enjoying my favorite dishes, but I didn't know if Brad had eaten. How could I eat with peace of mind?
Ronan mumbled that I couldn't get used to home-cooked meals before even getting married.
I wanted to tell Ronan that wasn't true, that I loved everything about home, but I couldn't eat because I was worried about Brad. However, I was too down to speak, so I returned to the table, downed a full glass of wine, and refilled it, only then managing to quiet Ronan.
We went through an entire case of beer during dinner. Ronan got so hammered, he started talking nonsense and wanted to keep drinking, but Helen had to drag him to bed.
I figured Helen's skills in comforting me were probably honed on dealing with Ronan.
After dinner, I planned to watch TV with Helen, but Ronan kept calling for her. When she didn't respond, he stumbled out with red eyes and dragged her back to their room.
Helen shot me an apologetic look, her cheeks flushing as Ronan pulled her into the bedroom and slammed the door.
With Helen and Ronan back in their room, I lost all interest in watching TV.
I tidied up the living room and headed back to my room. After a shower, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
I tried not to think about Brad, but his face kept popping into my mind. The urge to know what he was up to grew stronger.
I silently wished that even if Brad didn't come back, he'd at least send a picture so I could see him.
I lay there for what felt like forever.
I felt both exhausted and sleepy but couldn't fall asleep. Not wanting to stay awake until dawn, I quietly took one of Ronan's sleeping pills.
Ronan had trouble sleeping before, and the doctor prescribed him sleeping pills, which he hadn't finished and left in the medicine cabinet.
Turned out, those pills were pretty effective. I felt drowsy shortly after taking one.
Maybe I missed Brad too much because I could smell his scent in my dream.
Brad held me, gently kissing my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips, his voice hoarse as he kept saying, "Baby, I'm sorry. Baby, I'm back. I missed you so much I was going crazy."
Brad's long fingers softly brushed my face, gradually moving down to my neck, then to my back, his cool hand caressing up and down.
Brad's eyes were full of deep affection. I gazed back at him, feeling like I had the whole world.
Brad's hot breath fell on my skin. I raised my hand to touch his eyes, and he held my fingertips, kissing them at his lips.
Brad passionately kissed my collarbone, repeatedly praising how beautiful it was. He somehow produced a dazzling necklace and put it around my neck, then gently pecked at the pendant, which was an elegant orchid.
Brad said the necklace was beautiful and matched my skin tone.
"You look so cute when you sleep," Brad's deep, magnetic voice echoed in my ears. I could hear the urgency and restraint in his tone.
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