Hamish didn’t ask any more questions. He already knew the specific location and how they had met from his psychologist.
It was a good thing that Elisa didn’t want to bring it up. He was afraid she would frequently remember something.
“Elisa, my memory isn’t very good. I’ve forgotten many things from the past, but I will treat you well in the future. Don’t always dwell on the past.”
“Hamish, who are you to tell me about the future? There are many things that can’t simply be forgotten with a single sentence!”
If everything could be resolved by just saying “let bygones be bygones,” then what was the point of the law? Hamish was the least qualified to say these things.
She felt grateful for the encounter sixteen years ago, but now she regretted it. She regretted meeting him. She couldn’t understand why loving someone could be so miserable, and she couldn’t understand why she had to go through all of this.
At most, she had been willful and pushed Hamish into marriage, but she never controlled his freedom or forced him to break up with Lila.
They had a fair agreement before. She had donated blood to Lila many times but never received a single word of gratitude.
That was one thing, but since there were no feelings, they should have just divorced. But he refused to let her go, causing her family to be ruined.
What did she do wrong? She had compromised so much, so why did he still insist on pushing her?
“People can’t come back to life. What gives you the right to say that it can be forgotten?”
Hamish suddenly fell silent, opened the car window, and let the cold wind rush in, as if only then could he breathe a sigh of relief.
Hamish parked the car outside a pedestrian street and led Elisa inside while holding her hand.
This pedestrian street was famous in Bankshire, with plenty of entertainment, food, and beautiful scenery. Every day, numerous tourists came here to play.
Hamish squeezed Elisa’s hand, and their fingers intertwined. Elisa felt a bit at a loss. What was Hamish trying to do?
The two of them walked closely among the crowd, appearing like an ordinary couple. It was the hottest time of the afternoon, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
The pedestrian street resembled an ancient town with its white walls and black-tiled roofs. Willows were planted along the roadside, and no one disturbed them as they held hands.
Whenever they saw something delicious, they would join the queue. In no time, Elisa had collected various snacks in her hands.
Hamish also held a few items. He watched as Elisa held a coconut bigger than her face and drank its juice, looking incredibly adorable.
Passing by a restaurant with a nice ambiance, Hamish brought Elisa inside. The place didn’t have private rooms, but each table was separated by wooden partitions. Hamish chose a spot near the window.
Elisa placed all the snacks she was holding on the table and looked at the man sitting across from her with a calm gaze.
Perhaps it was because of the sunlight, but Hamish seemed to emit a warm aura. Especially the tenderness in his eyes, it was something she had never dared to imagine before.
After looking around, Hamish said, “What do you want to eat?”
Elisa shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”
Hamish frowned. “You have a stomach problem. How can you skip the main course?”
The waiter handed them the menu, and Hamish flipped through a couple of pages before ordering two signature dishes and a pot of soup according to his own taste.
The food arrived quickly at this restaurant. Hamish, as usual, served Elisa half a bowl of soup first.
Elisa stared at the bowl and finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask on this journey, “What are you doing?”
Hamish hesitated for a moment but instinctively replied, “We’re on a date, can’t you tell?”
Elisa shook her head, saying, “Hamish, you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me. It’s really disgusting to watch.”
“As if I treated you poorly in the past.”
The mockery in Elisa’s eyes burst out without any concealment. Hamish was too clueless to realize how terrible he was and actually thought of himself as a romantic person.
Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Hamish also thought of something. He lost his confidence in what he had just said, “I said I would make it up to you.”
It seemed he didn’t pay attention to what she said in the car. Elisa didn’t even bother to give him a glance.
“After we finish eating, let’s go watch a movie. How about it?”
Elisa raised her eyes and said, “No, thanks.” She had thought about goingon a date with Hamish to the snack street and watching a movie like any ordinary couple, but what did Hamish say? He called her naive.
She didn’t want to think about it anymore, but Hamish insisted on dragging her along, which was both laughable and ridiculous.
Hamish didn’t lose his temper and continued, “We still have a long day ahead. Wherever you want to go, I’ll accompany you. But let’s eat first. There are no stomach medicines in the car.”
“I have no appetite. I can’t eat.” Elisa leaned her chin on her hand and stared out the window.
Following her gaze, Hamish happened to see someone selling candied hawthorn.
“Wait here for a moment, I’ll be right back.” He stood up and left the restaurant, leaving Elisa puzzled. He ran outside and bought some crepes.
When Hamish returned, he handed the crepes to Elisa and said, “Eat.”
The crepes emitted a sweet fragrance, and the golden sugar coating was wrapped in a layer of sesame. Elisa took it with a cold face and asked, “Why did you suddenly decide to buy this?”
“Don’t you like eating crepes?” He spoke as if it were a matter of course.
He still remembered that six years ago at a banquet, Elisa was holding crepes in her hand. She wouldn’t have held them if she didn’t like them.
“I never said I liked crepes.” Elisa threw the crepes in the trash bin. Her calm expression suddenly turned restless, like a volatile bomb.
Hamish was equally unhappy. He rarely went out of his way to please a woman, but she didn’t show any appreciation. Where could he put his face?
He didn’t understand why Elisa was getting angry. She didn’t even taste the crepes that had been perfectly fine moments ago and threw them in the trash. She had been staring at the crepe vendor outside just a moment ago, but now she was so fickle.
Hamish didn’t want this well-intentioned date to end in failure. He patiently said, “Elisa, be good and stop making a scene.”