Chapter 420 Speculation
Brad's scent hit me like a ton of bricks, so strong it felt like he was right there with me.
I reached out and hugged him tight. This dream felt way too real, almost too good to be true.
I missed Brad's embrace so much. Just holding him, leaning against his chest, hearing his heartbeat, and smelling his scent would be enough for me.
Even in the dream, I knew I was asleep, and everything I saw was just a beautiful dream. But it felt so real, like Brad was right there, and I could see him if I just opened my eyes.
So I tried hard to open my eyes, wanting to verify that this dreamlike moment was real. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wake up.
It was like Brad could read my mind, gently telling me to relax and sleep well. He promised he'd be back with me soon, forever by my side.
At least in the dream, I had Brad with me.
"Baby, I have to go. And don't worry about the lab or the money. Elliot's a good guy, he'll help you out."
Was Brad leaving? No, I hadn't hugged him enough!
I tried to stop him, reaching out to hug his strong waist. The touch felt so real, "No, I don't want you to go."
I was scared our reunion would end too soon. I cried and begged, not even thinking about how Brad, who was always so protective, trusted Elliot so much.
I choked out, "Brad, don't go. Let's just be selfish, okay? Forget about Jenny saving your life or National Capital University. Let's leave it all behind and be together. I don't want to be apart from you. At worst, we won't paint anymore. We can live a simple life, you can be a delivery driver, and I can be a cashier. We'll still be happy."
Brad hugged me lovingly, smiled, took my hand, and led me forward.
We soon arrived at a never-ending sea of flowers, with morning dew on the petals.
Brad led me down a path in the flowers, waved goodbye, and said, "Be good, baby. Wait for me here, don't get lost. I'll be back soon."
I didn't want to let go, but the flowers started spinning, and I couldn't see the way back. I wanted to shout, but the fragrance overwhelmed me, and I fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, I touched the spots where Brad had touched me in the dream, my hand stopping at my chest, holding a small flower.
Suddenly, something felt off.
I'd been painting since I was a kid, and because jewelry like necklaces could be distracting, Helen never let me wear them. Over time, I got used to not wearing any.
So, where did this necklace around my neck come from?
I quickly followed the small flower upwards, and a chain slipped through my palm, its uneven texture surprising me.
With trembling hands, I felt the chain up and down, disbelief rising in my heart.
In the dream, Brad had personally put an orchid necklace around my neck. The pendant in my hand was also a small orchid.
So, everything that happened last night wasn't a dream!
I suddenly jumped out of bed, and when my right hand pressed on the edge of the bed, a small square box hurt my palm.
I picked it up and saw it was a set of high-end brushes.
There was also a flat, hard paper box by the bed, containing a very old book with faded writing and worn corners. The page with the title was missing, and the first thing I saw was an ancient paint formula.
Brad must had come back. Those calls to me in the dream were real.
He came to see me, but I was sleeping so deeply that he couldn't wake me up, and I mistook the long-awaited reunion for a dream.
Poor me, waiting for so many days, just hoping Brad would give me a huge surprise during the holiday, like on New Year's Eve.
The surprise came, but I slept through it.
I didn't know how much pressure Brad was under to come and see me, only to find me sleeping. He must have been so disappointed.
I believe that while I missed him, he must have missed me just as much.
I'm sorry, Brad. I shouldn't have taken that sleeping pill. I'm sorry!
The breakdown came too quickly, and my tears fell in streams. I began with silent tears, which slowly escalated into loud sobs.
When Ronan and Helen rushed in, I was hugging the gifts Brad had given me, curled up in the corner of the bed, crying.
If there was anyone who knew me best in my twenty-four years of life, it would be Ronan and Helen.
Helen pushed the door open and sat by my bed, while Ronan turned and went out, returning shortly with a cup of warm water.
Seeing Helen, the suppressed longing, grievance, and guilt for missing the meeting with Brad burst out. I tilted my head back, pressing the back of my head against the wall, and wailed.
"Mom, Brad came back, didn't he? Why didn't you wake me up?" I put down the things in my hands and waved my arms wildly, hitting the blanket beside me. "I haven't seen Brad for almost two months. Mom, why didn't you wake me up?"
Even with Ronan present, Helen couldn't sustain her usual gentleness. She raised her hand and knocked on my forehead.
"I even splashed some cold water on my hand and patted your face, but you didn't react. You couldn't wake up yourself, and now you're blaming me for it."
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