"Oscar... Oscar..." Nora was calling Oscar, "I miss you, miss you so much..."
She had no pressure at the moment to release her crazy missing for Oscar, and with a sad sound, she
called Oscar's name again and again.
But the name made Alan freeze. He suddenly felt Nora's hand was no longer warm.
His eyes widened, and he was stiff. The world seemed to fall into dead silence, with only Nora's sound
leaving.
The name was both close and distant from his world, but it seemed to tear something apart bit by bit.
He did not know what it was, but he seemed to be drowning in the water, and he felt uncomfortable and
suffocated.
He desperately wanted to swim underwater, to breathe the air on land, and to survive.
But no matter how he swam, there seemed to be no end. He was panic.
"Oscar... Didn't we say that we will never be apart?"
Alan gave a jolt, as if he had had a terrible dream.
He let go of Nora's hand, slumped against the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.
He had also heard about Nora's past.
He had heard about Oscar, who Nora had fallen in love with when she was a girl.
But the man seemed to be dead, which was why Nora would become a heartless person as she was
now.
But as far as he was concerned, Oscar had been living in Nora's heart, and no one could ever replace
him.
Alan closed his eyes and raised a wry smile.
The day was about to break.
Nora woke up with a splitting headache and found herself on her bed in her bedroom.
She lay in bed, trying to remember what had happened the day before, and then she realized that she
had done something improper.
She met Oca drinking and then forced him to drink with her... So, how did she get back?
Did Alan pick her up from the restaurant?
Nora closed her eyes and exhaled heavily.
Nora allowed herself to lie quietly for a while, then got up to shower and clean herself up.
Seeing in the mirror that her charm had come back, she smiled and left the bedroom.
She went downstairs and walked past the living room. Freya saw Nora and said, "Lady, are you up? Do
you feel uncomfortable? Where's Mr. Alan? Didn't you ask him to come down to breakfast?"
Freya asked several questions in a row, and Nora just said, "I am having a headache."
She reached out and rubbed her ached temples.
While she knew how bad a hangover could be, there were times when she really wished she could get
drunk and forget everything.
"You were drunk yesterday and Mr. Alan brought you home." Freya looked at Nora, happy and worried.
"Don't drink too much again. Mr. Alan would worry about you."
"He brought me home?" Nora was surprised.
"Yes, and he told me to make soup and porridge for you, and keep them warm so that you could have
some when you wake up. And he offered to take care of you the whole night and let me go and rest."
Freya told what Alan had done yesterday.
"Lady, Mr. Alan seems to change. He's much more attentive to you than he used to be. He must be
tired after watching you all night last night. You might have breakfast first."
Nora listened to all what Alan had done for her, wondering why.
Was it because his parents were forcing her to have a baby that he felt guilty and wanted to treat her
well in exchange for peace of mind?
It must be that way, or she couldn't think of any other reasons why Alan would treat her so well.
He went to drink because she was upset by the baby thing, and he must be responsible for it.
With that in mind, Nora felt less stressed for what Alan did.
She went to the dining table. Freya brought her the soup and said, "Have some soup, lady."
Nora looked at the soup and had some.
The breakfast was light. She had only been awake, and there was nothing left in her stomach. It was
good to have something light.
Nora ate her breakfast in silence, and Freya brought her something more.
There was a glass of milk, a fried egg, a ham sandwich... That was a rich breakfast.
Nora looked at Freya and wondered, "Freya, I've had enough. I can't eat any more."
"These are not for you, lady. I asked you to serve it to Mr. Alan." Freya lifted her eyes and glanced
upstairs. "Mr. Alan took care of you last night. You didn't ask him to come down for dinner, so you might
send him some breakfast to show your appreciation."
"I bring him the breakfast?" Nora hugged her chest, unwilling to do that.
She was Nora, and she had never served anyone before.
"Mr. Alan isn't anyone else. He's your husband. You are couple, and it is proper you send him the meal.
Lady, you should be kinder to him. Mr. Alan was worried about you last night, after all." Freya knew
what Nora was thinking.
"Well, for the sake that he took care of me last night, I might just serve him the breakfast." Nora got up
and took the tray.
Freya laughed and said, "Lady is kindhearted inner side."
Nora feigned displeasure. "Freya, how much did he give you so that you are protecting him?"
"I did it because he is your husband, and I hope you can live peacefully." Freya did think so. "Even
though Mr. Alan seems to be indifferent, he is very attentive to you."
"Freya, you talked a little too much today." Nora added, "I don't believe he didn't do you any favors."
"Lady, I just want you to be happy." Freya was thoughtful about Nora. "Mr. Alan is really nice.
"I can see that he is good to you, but you are too obsessed with the past, and didn't know about it. I just
want to remind you that, you should learn to cherish the person who cares about you."
"Freya, that's enough." Nora looked stern.
She couldn't forget the past. How could forget the past?
"Freya, I killed him. He died because of me. I have no right to be happy!" Freya was clear about what
happened. "I'm afraid there is no one in the world who still remembers him. How sad he would be if I
forget him too."
She put down the tray, put her hands on the table, and lowered her head.
"Lady..." Freya felt sad. "You can remember him, but you have to move on as well!"
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