Chapter 479 Her Heart Softened
As Clarissa looked at the lights in the distance, her mind was in a trance.
Anderson noticed that something was wrong with her and asked, "What's wrong? What's on your mind?"
Clarissa came to herself before she shook her head with a smile.
"Nothing. I just remembered that Harrison came to me over and over just to talk me into admitting my identity as a descendant of the Hampden family, but I refused him every time.
Moreover, I won't even accept the jade disk he gave to me, even though he had told me that it is my father's relic because I didn't want to have anything to do with the Hampden family. Isn't it a little too heartless of me to do this?"
Anderson looked at her in surprise.
Clarissa smiled and said, "Do you feel surprised that this is what I thought?"
Anderson didn't hide anything and nodded his head honestly.
"You hated them very much before, so... it was quite unexpected."
Clarissa let out a sigh.
A gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as Clarissa stretched out her hand and caressed her belly.
"In fact, I also feel surprised myself. When this idea came to my mind, I wondered if I had been possessed by Mary, the saint. Why would I think so?
As a father, he got my mom killed. As a husband, he had failed to protect his wife. As a man, he did not fulfill his duty.
I did blame him before, and I didn't want to admit that he is my biological father.
But I started to change my mind when I had my own baby.
It seems that I'm not bothered by who was right and who was wrong in the past. I got tired of it and feel like that's not necessary anymore.
Since they are all dead, they wouldn't care what we think about them anymore. So it will only bring pain and suffering to the living beings. Why bother?"
The night breeze blew over, tousling a few strands of her hair at the side of her temples. There was a rare hint of blankness and feebleness in her expression.
Anderson's heart tightened when he saw this. He felt a faint pain welling up in his chest.
He reached out to hold her hand and took her into his arms.
Clarissa had no choice but to stop in her tracks and look up at him.
Anderson gazed at her intently. His eyes were full of distress.
"If I had known that this would bother you so much, I would definitely keep you away from them so that they could never find you."
Clarissa couldn't help but laugh. "What are you talking about?"
However, Anderson said seriously, "Even though you sounded firm and adamant on the surface, I can see that you are still wavering in your heart, aren't you? You have also thought about returning to the Hampden family, haven't you?"
Clarissa pursed her lips and fell silent for a moment.
After a while, she nodded weakly.
"Anderson, do you what does it feel like to be lonely?"
Anderson felt a stab of pain in his heart, as if someone was crushing it.
Anderson nodded and said, "I know."
"Just like a floating duckweed, there is no place for you to call home and you didn't even know where you came from. I used to think that Gianni was my father and my Lena was my mother. Although I hated Gianni, that was it.
Later, I learned that both of them were not my parents. Although my mother was very good to me and I also loved her very much, sometimes, people are just strange.
You can't stop yourself to think about what your biological parents are like. What kind of personality do they have? What do they look like? What have they experienced?
Do you have any other relatives? What are they doing? How are they doing? Do they know your existence?"
Am I being too childish? But I don't know why it suddenly occurred to me. It seems that a lot of things remain a mystery to me. If I don't take the initiative to unfold it, I will never be able to know what is going on clearly.
When my child is born in the future, when he asks about me, who is my grandfather? Who is my grandmother? What should I say?"
Anderson tightly held her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
Clarissa reached out and put her arms around his waist, and said in a sad tone.
"Anderson, I'm a little upset."
"I know."
Anderson's voice was low and slightly hoarse. He held her waist tightly and held her in his arms.
"Don't be sad. You still have me, our grandparents , Anne, and our baby. The rest is not important."
Clarissa tightened her arms around him and didn't say anything.
As the night breeze whipped past them, they could hear the mournful sigh of it.
After a long time, Clarissa finally let go.
Letting go of him, she looked up and chuckled, "Okay, I'm fine now! Let's go home."
Anderson looked at her deeply. His gaze was deep and serene.
"All right."
He held her hand and the two of them continued to walk home.
It was not far from the villa. It was only a few hundred meters away. The doctor said that although Clarissa was pregnant, she also needed to do some exercise, so Anderson would take her out for a walk every day.
After returning home, Clarissa felt a little tired and soon fell asleep.
That night, she had that dream again.
It was the same ship, same sea. In her dream, she was pushed into the water, constantly falling...
Anderson suddenly appeared. He placed his hands on her waist from below and pushed her upwards.
Then a huge wave came, Clarissa watched him as he was engulfed by the waves, falling into the bottomless depths of the sea...
Clarissa suddenly woke up.
It was quiet all around. The room was dark. There was only a yellow light in the corner of the wall.
She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
Clarissa turned to look at the wall and saw that it was already deep into the night. The clock on the wall pointed towards Midnight.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but she could hear the sound of the wind outside. Beside her, Anderson was still awake. He was leaning on the head of the bed, and his eyes closed slightly. The dim yellow light cast a shadow on his handsome face.
Clarissa raised her hand to wake him up, but before her fingers could touch his body, her gaze suddenly swept over his slightly knitted eyebrows.
He was indeed very good-looking, but his slightly furrowed brows still made her heart stop for a second.
Anderson's long and thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes.
In addition to these, there were also dark circles under his eyes, a sign that he didn't sleep well.
Clarissa thought about it carefully. During this period of time, Anderson had been busy with all sorts of things including Old Master Levine's funeral not long ago. Furthermore, he had been busy preparing for the wedding. He was indeed very tired.
She had no intention of waking him up now. Clarissa got up gently and wanted to pour a glass of water for herself.
Despite her efforts, Anderson, who was a light sleeper, opened his eyes as long as Clarissa got out of the bed,
He was clearly asleep, but when he woke up, his eyes were clear and bright, without a hint of sleepiness.
After all, Anderson had been keeping himself on the toes for so many years, so even if he fell asleep, he would be able to regain consciousness the second he was awake.
"You're awake?"
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