Four months later,
London, UK
On the lawn of a world-famous medical school, Josephine sat alone on a bench, staring at the diagnosis report that the director of the psycho-psychiatric department had issued her just now.
Every day for four months, she would have a dream after falling asleep. She dreamed the night when Reginald jumped off the sea in front of her, and then she was scared and woke up again full of tears.
The doctor said she was too paranoid.
After that day, Regan gave her the only unfinished manuscript left by the late famous Irish designer before he died. He said the night four months ago was Josephine’s birthday, and Reginald spent a hundred million a week in advance to auction the piece in order to give it to her as a surprise at this party just for her.
It seemed that an organization held the party, but it was actually planned by him.
After that, she couldn’t stay in the motherland any longer. Even Regan had warned her so many times that she would be approached by people of E. G family and would be in danger when she went to London, she still decided to return here with her two children and re-entered Aaron’s company to work as the only Chinese designer.
In four months, because of their grandfather’s help at home, she quickly made a name for herself internationally and participated in the design of many famous buildings, which included Reginald’ cemetery at home.
Up to now, she still could not believe he was dead.
But the searching had been going on for four months and the only news that came back was that they found nothing.
They found neither him alive nor his body.
When she heard soft footsteps behind her, Josephine subconsciously looked back. A hand suddenly clutched her hand and pulled her out brutally. Then the person tightly circled her shoulders from behind, not allowing her to struggle. He rolled over her body, pressing her into the grass and kissed her passionately.
Josephine did not even have time to open her mouth and shout for help.
A familiar scent swept around her as they embraced.
Reginald’ lips pressed against her ear. He said in a low voice, “Josephine, I’m back…”