Nora looked at Freya with gratitude, and smiled, "Thank you, Freya."
"You're welcome, Ms. Nora. What I can do is to accompany you and take good care of you. That's my
pleasure." Freya loved Nora as much as her own daughter.
"Freya, I think you are more like my mother. Without your care and company, I think my life would be
lonelier." Nora took Freya's hands that were rough from years of housework, but Nora didn't care.
"Don't say that, Ms. Nora. Your ladyship would be angry if she hears that." Freya was a little surprised,
"Master and Madame love you very much. You are their only biological daughter."
"Yes, they love me and have never mistreated me in material life since childhood, so they took away
my most important thing in exchange for it." Nora was referring to her love affair with Oscar.
If Oscar had not died, she might not have resented her parents so much. But he died, and she could
not forgive her parents. Therefore, Nora would not go back home unless in the Spring Festival.
Gradually, they drifted apart.
Alan knew that Nora was referring to her previous love, but he just pursed his lips and said nothing.
Nora looked at Alan, knowing that he was being very careful. "This has nothing to do with you. I'm not
going to get you involved. If they didn't marry me to you, they'll marry me to someone else. At least I'll
have my own freedom when I marry you, and you respect me. Alan, though it's not my wish to marry
you, you're a good husband. Thank you."
"Don't say so, Nora." Alan put the chicken soup in front of Nora and gave it a light blow.
Nora looked at the chicken soup. Not wanting to waste Freya's effort, she took a sip.
The delicious chicken soup was mixed with sweet red dates, and it smelt fragrant.
Only Freya knew what she wanted to eat.
Nora had had half a bowl of soup.
"I can't have more." Nora had done her best. This was the most soup she'd had in a while.
"We can't waste it." Alan raised the bowl to his mouth and finished the rest of the soup.
Nora felt her ears hot when she saw that he had finished the soup.
Was that an indirect kiss?
They never kissed, though they had held hands and hugged each other.
"All right." Alan licked the corner of his mouth.
Then Nora had some vegetable porridge and Alan ate the lunch Freya brought.
After dinner, Nora felt sleepy. Probably because she was pregnant, she felt tired and drowsy more
easily than usual.
"I'm sleepy," Nora said.
"Go to sleep. I'll stay with you." Alan helped her down on the bed and tucked her up.
"You don't need to stay with me. Go to work, otherwise Wilson would blame you." Nora suggested.
"And it's a waste of time for you to stay with me while I am asleep."
"No, I just want to be with you." Alan took her fair hand in his. "And brother told me to spend more time
with you and spoil you."
"You told Wilson that I ..."
"No, I just said you are unwell and in hospital. I won't tell anyone that you are pregnant without your
consent. Nora, I am very good." Alan quickly explained.
Nora smiled with satisfaction.
"Do you have any reward for me for being so obedient?" Alan said with a smug smile.
"No rewards." Nora closed her eyes.
Alan sat in his chair, looking at Nora's delicate face, holding her hand in his palm. Only in this moment
could he feel that she was really by his side.
He looked down, put her finger to his lips and kissed it.
Nora left the hospital in the late afternoon after spending one more day under observation.
Alan received a call from his mother who asked him to take Nora back to the Way's for dinner, saying
that she had asked the chef to make some nutritious dishes for Nora.
It was weekend, so Nora didn't refuse Anika's offer.
But when she arrived at the Way's and saw Oca and Hazel sitting in the living room, Nora was stunned
and wanted to turn around and leave.
But she knew she couldn't do it; otherwise it would be too suspicious.
But her feet seemed to stick to the ground and she couldn't go forward.
Alan felt Nora was tense and thought she was afraid of something.
He stroked her stiff back, comforting, "They don't know anything about it. Don't worry."
Nora took a deep breath and calmed herself down. With Alan's help, Nora entered the house.
Nora didn't dare look at Oca, but out of her corner of her eyes, she saw Hazel reach for Oca's hand.
The sight of it made her sad. She didn't know why she felt jealous.
She couldn't help but think of Oca as Oscar, and she couldn't ignore him or care about him.
She loved Oscar with her heart and soul, and couldn't stand his intimacy with other women. She still
couldn't move on and was trapped in the siege of love.
"Alan and Nora are back." Hazel said with concern, "I heard you fainted. How are you now?"
"I'm fine, thanks, Hazel." Nora smiled politely.
"You haven't been back for dinner for a period of time. Look, you've lost weight." Anika was also
concerned with Nora and glared at her son. "Alan, you must didn't take good care of Nora, right?"
Nora was indeed a little more haggard and paler than before. It was obvious that she was in poor
health.
Just as Alan wanted to speak, Nora stopped him. "Mom, Alan has taken good care of me, but I'm not
strong enough. Don't blame him."
"This smelly boy didn't take good care of you, and you still say something kind of him." Anika looked at
Alan with a straight face. "See what a great woman you have married. If you don't take good care of
her, I won't let you go!"
"Mom, I see." Alan held Nora's hand and said gently. "She is my princess. Of course I would give her
my most love."
"Alan, I didn't realize you are so sweet." Hazel admired her brother's frankness.
"I mean it from the bottom of my heart." Alan said, "You want to hear it?"
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