Rose sat there, absent-minded. Her soul seemed to flow out of the body. She was dumbfounded.
Until she heard footsteps, she wiped the teardrops on the corners of her eyes and reclined on the
couch again.
Bright pushed the door open and stepped to the couch, seeing Rose sleeping sideways and inward.
He bent down and reached out to push her hair on her forehead and face back, and lowered his head
to kiss her on the corner of her eye.
Rose's eyelashes moved. She slowly turned her head, opened her clear eyes, and met his gaze.
"You awake?" Bright smiled and looked at her angelic face.
Rose nodded.
"Are you hungry? I'll go get you some food."
She hadn't eaten anything since this morning when she heard the news that Wilfred fainted.
Now that she had slept for some time, she might already be hungry.
Bright was about to get up. But Rose reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, lowered
Bright's head, and then kissed him.
Bright didn't expect Rose to do this. He was slightly shocked, but calmly accepted her kiss.
He gently embraced her. They leaned close to each other and unrestrainedly kissed, as if only she and
he were left in the world.
In contrast to Bright's gentleness, Rose seemed a bit impatient. She did not let go of Bright until she
could hardly breathe. When her lips and tongue were a bit numb, she let go of him.
Her hands still gripped his shirt collar. She lingeringly rested her forehead against his, not wanting to let
him go.
Bright sat down obediently. Rose took the opportunity to worm her way into his arms, snuggling up to
him like a cat.
"What's wrong?" Bright felt that something was wrong with Rose.
She had never been so restless, sad, and devoted as she was today.
"Nothing. I just miss you."
"I'm right here."
" I still miss you though."
"Naughty girl." Bright lightly pinched her cheeks, "Is there something you're hiding from me? Or did you
do something wrong? You are so nice now."
"Can't I be nice?" Rose fiddled with his long and slender fingers.
Bright felt that Rose was a little strange after waking up. He did not know what was wrong, but felt that
she was a bit different.
He reached out and touched Rose's forehead, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Of course I am." Rose slapped away his large palm on her forehead and got up, "I'm going to see if
Grandpa's awake."
"Grandpa just woke up. I came to ask you to go see him. But I didn't expect Mrs. Lee to be so
enthusiastic and gave me a passionate kiss today." Bright was a bit surprised, "I strongly call for such a
benefit every day."
"Dream on." Rose stood up.
"You are indeed beautiful." Bright made a gesture with his hands to Rose's slim figure.
Rose blushed quietly, glared at him, and went to Wilfred's ward.
She walked to Wilfred's bed. Seeing the much thinner Wilfred and thinking of what Wilfred had just
said, she couldn't hold back the sad emotions inside.
"Rose, come here. Let me take a good look at you." Grandpa tapped the edge of the bed.
"Grandpa." When she called out to Grandpa, Rose's eyes were red.
"Why are you crying?" Wilfred coaxed her, "It's my fault for making you worry again."
"No, Grandpa. It is because Bright bullies me." Rose looked like a child who was complaining to her
elders. Her eyes were clear and charming.
Wilfred looked at Bright who came in after her and smiled, "Rose, I will believe you if you say that
Bright is not good in other ways. But I definitely do not believe that he will bully you."
"Grandpa, you are biased." Rose was unhappy, "You ignore me after I married Bright."
Bright looked pitiful, "How dare I bully you with Grandpa around?"
"Rose, I have eyes. I can see how good Bright is to you. I also remember how good he is to me."
Wilfred was grateful inside. If it wasn't for Bright spending money and manpower to cure him, he would
have been gone.
Fortunately, he survived until Rose and Bright got married. He sent his beloved granddaughter to the
man who loved her, fulfilling his last wish.
Rose knew how good Bright was and did not contradict what Wilfred said.
"Grandpa, let me pare an apple for you." Rose changed the subject.
"Rose, wait. I want to talk to you." Wilfred took her hand and stopped her from getting up. Rose listened
attentively, "I just discussed with Bright. When I get out of the hospital, I will go back home to see your
Grandma and tell her the good news of you and Bright getting married. She will be happy too."
"Well, Grandpa, it sounds great. We'll listen to you." Rose smiled and agreed, "I also want to go back to
worship Grandma."
"I'll make the arrangements. Let's have a rest first and leave the day after tomorrow." Bright was always
the one who made all the arrangements.
"OK."
Rose then peeled the apple, cut it into small pieces, and gave it to Grandpa with a small fork.
"Grandpa, eat more fruit. The apple is very sweet and delicious."
"Alright."
"Grandpa, I'll read the news to you."
"Grandpa, it is time to have a meal. These are all your favorite food."
"Grandpa, I'll massage your shoulders and legs."
"Grandpa, tell me a story about my childhood...."
"Grandpa...."
Rose turned the sadness and reluctance in her heart into motivation, cherishing every minute she
spent with Wilfred, hoping that she could make Wilfred happy every day in these last days.
She felt that she could only do so much. She must do it.
Joy came to the hospital the next day, did not see Wilfred, and only stayed for an hour and left.
She came to the hospital on the third day again when Wilfred was discharged. Wilfred finally saw Joy
before he left and said to her, "Joy, don't visit me anymore. Just live the life you want."
"Dad…."
"Go back."
Wilfred got in the special car that Bright had prepared to the airport and took the Lee family's private
plane back to City Y.
There was a professional medical team on board in case of emergency.
In addition to the doctor, Bill was also there. He arranged everything for Bright.
The offer was so good.
Wilfred could lie down on the plane, so that he wouldn't be too tired.
The whole trip was very nice. After arriving at the airport in City Y, they had lunch and moved, and then
took a special car to the hometown.
Not only was Wilfred not tired, but he was in good spirits and very happy on the way.
The closer they got to home, the brighter the smile on Wilfred's face.
He would talk something about the familiar sights when he saw them, while Rose and Bright would
listen to him attentively.
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