Aster's room had a double bed too. It was more than enough for an adult and a child to sleep together. Aster had fallen asleep earlier on, and Larissa lay on the other side of the bed, tossing and turning because she could not stop worrying about Kevan, who was sick.By midnight, she could not stop herself and got up from the bed. She carefully snuck over and opened the master bedroom door. The orange night light at the head of the bed was turned on, and she was able to clearly see Kevan's open eyes with its aid.Hearing the noise, he turned over to look. Their gazes locked, and an embarrassed smile appeared on Larissa's face."You're not asleep yet?" She entered the room and closed the door, but left it open by a crack instead of closing it completely.Kevan sat up slowly, his voice sounding pitiful. "Head hurts. Can't sleep."Larissa became alert at once. "Do you still have a fever?" She took a few steps closer and felt his forehead with her hand.As she was in an air-condition
She'd frequently wondered if Kevan had not had that accident all those years ago, would Ruby not become so extreme? Maybe they could have lived together happily and blissfully as a family of three.But it was no use dwelling on those things now.Kevan frowned harder. "Forgetting Ruby is probably the only good thing about losing my memories," he said. "Heaven gave me a chance to right a wrong—to let me correct a mistake that I made before."Larissa did not comment with regard to his words. "You may not think like this when you've recovered your memory."He loved Ruby so deeply that when he remembered everything, the only thing left would probably be a huge sense of regret."I won't." Kevan's attitude was firm, and Larissa could not be bothered to argue with him.Kevan suddenly asked, "Although … How is it that you know my past so well?" He eyed her skeptically. "You've met my grandpa, and are good friends with Dylan … Larissa, are you hiding something from me?"His scorching gaze
Larissa's movements of getting up halted abruptly. Bracing herself against the edge of the bed, she sat down again. "Do you … need me to help you massage the spot?" Kevan pressed a hand on his pounding heart and said with restraint, "No need."Larissa suddenly remembered his weird quirk of not letting others touch him. "Forgive me, I was too forward." She apologized to him before adding, "Wait a moment—"She retrieved the aromatherapy machine she had bought but never used—it was still in its original packaging—from the closet she used to put her sundries in. After filling it with water, she added a few drops of lavender oil into the machine."This will help you relax and sleep." She introduced the product to Kevan. "Just close your eyes, and you'll be able to sleep soon."The faint smell of lavender filled the air via the mist from the machine.Kevan obediently closed his eyes, though his headache did not lessen likely due to his tense nerves. After some time, he opened his eyes a
Aster fidgeted and asked, "Mommy, is Uncle Kevan feeling better?""I guess." Larissa was not too sure, but Kevan was sleeping well, and he did not say anything crazy … He had to feel much better now."You guess?" Aster was not satisfied with her answer and he scolded her with a serious demeanor which was not quite fitting for his age. "Mommy, how could you be so irresponsible?"Larissa raised an eyebrow. "What?"Aster pushed her. "Hurry and go take care of Uncle Kevan! What if he relapses or something? I can sleep on my own, I don't need you to sleep with me!""What are you talking about?" Larissa closed her eyes and yawned widely. "I'm tired. If you're so worried about your Uncle Kevan, feel free to go over and take care of him yourself."Aster froze for one second before he escaped from her arms. Larissa squinted at him and saw him get out of bed from the other side."I'm going to stay with Uncle Kevan!" He ran out of the bedroom in his slippers, pitter-pattering across the sp
Aster frequently followed Larissa when she went to work, so he knew most of the people she interacted with at work. Due to Larissa's identity, the attitudes of those people were very friendly. He could not tell who were the ones trying to woo Larissa or who were the ones who were only just flattering her.So, he gave Kevan a vague answer. "I guess so?"There was a little bit of his cunningness involved in this. If Uncle Kevan really liked his mommy, he might feel a sense of danger knowing that his mommy had other potential partners, so he would speed up the process of trying to bag his mommy. The moment Aster thought of how Uncle Kevan would soon be his daddy, he could not stop himself from smiling, and the happy glint in his eyes was unmistakable.Kevan could not understand Aster's expression. He could sense Aster's joy, but he could not get where it was coming from.Could it be … he really hoped that other men would pursue Larissa?But—"Aster, when you said that you liked me,
Finally, Aster was completely awake. Pouting, he stared at Kevan who was still lying on the bed, and asked Larissa, "Can't I skip kindergarten today? Uncle Kevan's still sick. I have to stay at home and take care of him!" Aster loved going to kindergarten, so Larissa knew that this wasn't just an excuse to skip school. He was either genuinely worried about Kevan and wanted to take care of him, or his attachment to Kevan was stronger than his desire to play with his friends. In the first place, Larissa's mind was already confused by distressing thoughts. Now, it seemed that more troublesome issues had cropped up again. The closer Aster was to Kevan, the more afraid Larissa became. Involuntarily, she wondered if one day Aster couldn't do without Kevan and insisted on having him as his stepfather, how was she to reject his request? Larissa wasn't sure if she could bring herself to be so heartless. Naturally, Kevan wanted to stay and be around Aster. The joy and fulfillme
Kevan left the house with Larissa and Aster. It was the day of Roland's funeral procession to the cemetery. Although he had missed the burial ceremony, he still wanted to pay his last respects. Larissa was worried about his health and initially wanted him to rest a little longer before leaving. However, after he explained his reasons to her, Larissa didn't insist further. The three of them parted ways downstairs. Larissa and Aster got into the car. Meanwhile, Kevan walked home alone. He had only walked a few steps when Larissa, who was still concerned, called after him and reminded him, "If you're still feeling unwell, call me right away."Turning around, Kevan gave her a nod and a reassuring smile. "Alright." As the car drove by, Aster lowered the car window and shouted in Kevan's direction, "Uncle Kevan! Don't forget to come and play with me tonight!" Kneeling in the backseat of the car, he waved excitedly at Kevan. Stopping in his tracks, Kevan raised his hand and
Kevan went home and took a shower. After changing his clothes, he drove to the cemetery. Roland had made it clear a long time ago that when he passed away, he wanted to be buried alongside his wife, Jennifer Rogers. He didn't want her to be buried all alone, it was just too lonely.His wife's grave was located on Paradise Hill, on the outskirts of Bartham. Paradise Hill Cemetery was the largest public cemetery in Bartham, with a beautiful view of Denver Lake to the north. At the foot of Paradise Hill, there was a plot of land with the best view of the lake. The area was fully enclosed and designated as an upscale burial ground, costing well over ten thousand dollars per square foot. There were security guards manning the entrance, and some of them patrolled around the grounds regularly. Apart from relatives of the deceased, no one else could enter those grounds. Every year, on the anniversary of Jennifer's death, Kevan would accompany Roland to the cemetery to visit her