Rose looked at Nora, unable to say anything.
She knew that Nora had never forgotten Oscar.
If Oscar were alive, Nora would be desperate to be with him.
Rose leaned back on the car seat, feeling helpless and sad.
"Everyone has his own way to go, you can't replace her, nor can she completely listen to your advice.
So, you don't have to worry. This is life." Bright advised to stop Rose feeling sad about it.
Rose wiped her wet eyes slightly and said, "I'll call Alan."
"Let me do it." Bright called with his car phone.
When Alan answered the phone, he sounded surprised. "Mr. Lee?"
"Ms. Cooper is asleep. Rose and I are on our way to take her back. We will be in Springhill Villa in ten
minutes." Bright gave a brief explanation.
"Yes, I'll wait for you at the door."
When Bright pulled up to the front of Alan's house, Alan had been waiting at the gate for a long time.
When the car stopped, Alan approached them. Bright quickly got out, "In the back seat."
Bright pulled open the backseat door. Alan saw Nora on Rose's legs in the warm yellow light of the
street lamp. Her eyelashes were curling, and she was calmly beautiful when she was asleep.
Alan bent down to pull Nora off Rose and smelled alcohol. "Is she drinking?" he asked.
"She's in a bad mood," Rose explained. "You should know that your parents want her to have children."
Although it was not entirely for this reason that Nora drank, she was indeed in a bad mood for this
matter so Nora asked Rose out for dinner.
And Rose could only use this excuse to cover up Nora's obsession with Oscar.
Alan looked a bit embarrassed after hearing this, and he blamed himself, "It was my fault. I didn't
protect her well."
"They're your parents. It's understandable that they want grandchildren. You don't have to blame
yourself too much." Rose felt guilty about not telling the whole truth.
"I'll handle this. Sorry to incommode you."
"Don't say that. Nora is my best friend." Rose looked at Nora being supported by Alan and said,
"Please take care of her tonight."
"She's my wife, and it's my duty to take care of her." Alan hugged Nora up. "Thank you for bringing her
back."
"You're welcome." Rose shook her head. "I'll leave Nora to you. We'll go back first."
"Ms. Linder, rest assured. I will do everything I can not to make her feel wronged and I will take good
care of her." Because Rose was Nora's best friend, he wanted to let her rest assured.
"I believe you can do it."
Rose bade goodbye to him and left with Bright.
Alan looked down at Nora in his arms, then carried her into the villa.
Alan called to Freya, "Freya, make some light soup, and cook some porridge."
Freya saw Alan walking upstairs with Nora in his arms. "Mr. Alan, is lady drunk?"
"It's my fault that she drank. She was in a bad mood." Alan took the blame on himself.
"Alan, don't blame me for being big-mouthed. On the surface, lady looks happy every day, but on the
inside, she is not happy at all. She bears everything in her heart."
"Mr. Alan, if you can, spend more time with her. Lady has her rough days sometimes." Freya had been
accompanying Nora to grow up in the Cooper family, and she was already regarded Nora as her own
daughter.
"Yes, I will," said Alan.
"Thank you, Mr. Alan. I'm going to make the soup." Freya smiled with relief.
Alan carried Nora upstairs to her bedroom, put her on the bed, and tucked her under the covers.
He then went to the bathroom, brought a basin of warm water, wrung out a clean white towel to wipe
Nora's face.
Nora felt itchy on her face and drove that hand away with a frown.
Alan watched her sleep peacefully, like a contented child, without the harsh look when she confronted
him. And the faint red on her pale face added a touch of charm.
Alan continued to wipe her neck and hands. After that, he picked up a chair and sat beside the bed,
staring at Nora.
He didn't say or do anything, just stare at her closely, as if he enjoyed doing this.
Soon Freya came up. "Alan, the soup is ready."
"Nora is not awake. Keep the soup and porridge warm and then go to rest. When she wakes up, I'll
bring it to her," Alan said to Freya.
"Alan, we don't know when Nora's going to wake up. Let me watch her and you can go and have a
rest." Freya didn't dare go to rest and left Alan taking care of Nora.
"Freya, I told you to go and rest. Just do what I told you. Nora is my wife, and I will take care of her,"
Alan said firmly.
Freya nodded. "If you need anything, just call me."
"Yes." Alan nodded. "Freya, thank you. You must be tired."
"Alan, it's my job to look after you and my young lady. I don't feel tired at all."
Then Freya went downstairs, and Alan watched Nora alone.
He took Nora's right hand gently and pressed her hand against his face, feeling her warmth.
Today he was taken away by his father Palmer, who told him to have a baby with Nora.
He said that if the husband and wife did not want to end up setting apart, they should have their own
children. With the bond, the risk of setting apart could be lowered.
Both the Way family and the Cooper family were big ones. Nora was the only child of the Cooper family
and the Cooper Group would be inherited by Nora sooner or later. As the son-in-law of the Cooper
family, he would naturally be the owner of the Cooper Group.
Alan understood what his father meant. Palmer wanted to strengthen the marriage between the two
families, but he did not want to force Nora.
It would be nice if Nora would be willing to have a child for him, but he didn't know if that day would
come.
In the middle of the night, Alan was awakened by Nora's somniloquy.
"Nora, what are you talking about?" Alan woke up with his hand clutching Nora's.
By the light of the bedside lamp, he could see Nora wringing her eyebrows, sweat oozing from her
forehead, and her head moving from side to side as if she had had a nightmare.
"Don't go, don't leave me." Nora clutched Alan's hand nervously. "Don't leave me alone."
Alan felt that she was clutching him strongly, and he patted the back of her hand soothingly. "Don't
worry. I'm here."
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