Chapter 738 A Shared Dream
After the incident with Fiorello, Maggie developed a habit of heavy drinking.
Now, wherever Maggie went, she carried a bottle of alcohol in her bag. Whenever she felt down, she took a sip.
What Maggie didn't know was that during her time in San Diego, Ivan hadn't left either; he had been secretly following her.
Dulce was very worried about Maggie and flied to San Diego to find her, hoping to bring her back to Cyberland.
The night Dulce found Maggie, the two of them drank heavily on the streets of San Diego. Maggie cried loudly, without any regard for her appearance.
Dulce said, "Cry, cry your heart out. Only after crying can life go on."
Maggie, drunk and trembling, saw everything in a blur.
"Dulce, my heart hurts so much. I can't find him anywhere. The rescue team has stopped searching. The last three missing people are still unaccounted for. They say they might have been swept into the river by the mudslide and died. There's no hope." Maggie sobbed, "Why didn't I agree to come with him that day? I should have come to San Diego with him."
"Natural disasters are unpredictable," Dulce said, holding Maggie's hand. "When I came, Aunt Arya emphasized that I must persuade you to come back. You can't stay here forever. What about the kids at home? What about the company?"
Maggie said sadly, "Dulce, if it weren't for the kids and my mom, I wouldn't want to live anymore. Every day without Fiorello is so painful. I can only sleep with the help of medication and alcohol. Every night I dream of him. In my dreams, I ask him why he hasn't come back yet. Doesn't he want me and the baby?"
Dulce hugged Maggie, "Maggie, this will all pass. Get a good night's sleep tonight. Maybe Fiorello will come back one day."
Dulce kept comforting her and realized Maggie had fallen asleep.
Maggie was completely unconscious from the alcohol.
Dulce took her back to the hotel and sighed as she watched Maggie called out Fiorello's name in her sleep.
That night, Maggie dreamt of Fiorello again. It was a beautiful dream, one she didn't want to wake up from, wishing she could stay lost in it forever.
Meanwhile.
Far away in Lunaris, Fiorello also had a dream. He dreamt of a scene from years ago at the Happy Pub.
The woman's face in the dream was very blurry. He tried hard to see her clearly, but it was like a thin veil covered his eyes, making it impossible to see.
But the woman's voice was soft and alluring, making him feel fond of her.
The voice didn't sound like Melissa's. He was sure the person in the dream wasn't Melissa.
The next day.
Fiorello woke up. Despite being in Lunaris for so long, he hadn't regained any memories. Everything here felt unfamiliar.
"Son, breakfast is ready."
A voice called from downstairs. A nearly sixty-year-old man came up with a big smile.
This man was Desmond.
Desmond knew Fiorello wasn't his son, but the resemblance and his longing for his deceased son made him treat Fiorello as if he were.
Especially when Fiorello called him "Dad," Desmond accepted him as his son. Regardless of Fiorello's true identity or whether this charade would be exposed, at that moment, he was just a grieving father.
Fiorello's call of "Dad" gave Desmond the illusion that his son had come back to life.
"Okay," Fiorello responded, expressionless and calm.
Melissa and Desmond both said he was Ryan, Desmond's son. Even the driving license said so, but Fiorello still felt it was all unfamiliar and couldn't remember anything.
Since arriving in Lunaris, Fiorello had been recovering in this standalone house, which belonged to Melissa.
Fiorello went downstairs to eat. Desmond looked at him with satisfaction and couldn't help but add more food to his plate.
Fiorello immediately frowned, "No need."
His cold tone carried an air of command, a charm only those of high status could exude.
Desmond used his own fork to add food to Fiorello's plate, which made Fiorello uncomfortable. He had a cleanliness obsession.
"I'm full." Fiorello stopped eating after just a few bites and said, "I'm going out for a walk."
He wanted to go out and searched for his memories.
Just as he was about to leave, Melissa arrived. "Ryan, are you going out?"
Fiorello had been recovering at home for over a month and hadn't gone out much, and each time he did, Melissa accompanied him.
Melissa took him to places they supposedly used to date and told him stories he couldn't remember.
Of course, those stories were all fabricated by Melissa.
"I want to go out alone," Fiorello said, not wanting Melissa to follow. He desperately wanted to know who the woman in his dream was.
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