Was Chiwood really her home? But this place didn’t evoke the same emotions in her as Bankshire did. Could it be because she had an accident in Bankshire?
Elisa felt dissatisfied that Hamish had taken her back to Chiwood without her consent. Seated in the first-class cabin on the plane, she wore a hat and stubbornly gazed outside, ignoring Hamish.
Even with amnesia, Elisa remained as stubborn as before, but with a newfound liveliness. Hamish fastened her seatbelt and leaned in, looking at her. “Still angry?”
Elisa coldly hummed, refusing to speak.
Aware that her amnesia left her feeling insecure, Hamish asked, “Don’t you want to get home quickly? Does anything come to mind?”
“I felt a connection to Bankshire. I even thought about asking you to take me to the site of the accident. Maybe something stimulating would help me remember,” Elisa replied.
“The doctor said you shouldn’t be stimulated in your current condition, or you’ll end up a little fool,” Hamish responded.
“…”
The flight from Bankshire to Chiwood took four hours. After stewing in annoyance for ten minutes, Elisa dozed off like a chick pecking at grain. Hamish carefully leaned her seat back and called the stewardess to bring a blanket for Elisa.
Easily irritated, Elisa forgot about this incident after sleeping for two hours, her face flushed, her curious eyes gazing outside.
“Are we there yet?”
“Still two more hours. Are you hungry? I asked the stewardess to prepare a meal,” Hamish said.
Shaking her head, Elisa replied, “I’m not hungry. I want some juice.”
“Okay.” Hamish beckoned the stewardess and ordered a glass of juice and coffee. “Would you like to watch a movie? I can put one on for you,” he said, reaching for the controls.
Elisa preemptively reached out, saying, “I can do it myself. Don’t fuss over me. I’ve just lost my memory, not my intelligence.”
Furthermore, she needed to move her hands frequently to aid her recovery. The doctor had said she might end up permanently disabled, but Elisa didn’t believe in fate. She didn’t want to become a disabled person who relied on others to be fed.
Ignoring her protests, Hamish quickly found a comedy for Elisa to watch. She pursed her lips and, after the stewardess brought the juice, she absentmindedly sipped it as she watched the film. Although the comedy was quite funny, she couldn’t bring herself to laugh.
After watching for a while, she started to feel drowsy. Elisa closed her eyes and leaned against Hamish, nestling into his embrace.
Glancing at her, Hamish could sense a significant change in Elisa compared to before. She was livelier, but her temper remained stubborn. Her tone of voice reminded him of the girl in the diary.
If he had been with Elisa all those years, treating her well, perhaps they would have reached this point much earlier, and she wouldn’t have turned from the lively girl in the diary to someone so lifeless.
Emotionally strained for the past few months, Hamish feared that Elisa wouldn’t wake up when she dozed and worried that when she did, she might remember something and leave him.
His eyes had been bloodshot for a while now, and he hadn’t slept well in a long time. Every time he closed his eyes, he would have frequent nightmares.
He dreamt that Elisa died on the operating table, died by his hand, uttering words of hatred towards him.
Various terrifying emotions had overshadowed his fatigue. Looking at Elisa, sleeping with her rosy cheeks nestled against him, all his exhaustion at that moment transformed into tenderness.
Before the plane landed, Hamish ruffled Elisa’s hair to wake her and left it in disarray, like a child who had just woken up.
“Your hair is all messed up.”
“That’s because you messed it up,” Elisa, still drowsy, rubbed her eyes and playfully patted him, not hurting him, but rather being coquettish.
“Don’t move. I’ll redo it for you.”
Inside the cabin, the stewardess came to remind them about safety procedures and witnessed this scene.
A man of elegance and handsome appearance, Hamish was doing something completely unlike his character, as if coaxing a child, while comforting his equally stunning wife.
Hamish looked at Elisa’s tousled hair, using his hands to put it in order, casually weaving a loose braid that lay on her shoulder, revealing her beautiful features.
Finishing her hair, Hamish looked at Elisa, a captivating smile playing on his lips. “How’s that?”
Without a mirror, Elisa absentmindedly touched herhair and shook her head, saying, “I can’t see without a mirror.”
Suddenly remembering something, Elisa smiled and cupped Hamish’s face. “Open your eyes wide so I can get a good look at you.”
Hamish was taken aback, but he followed her lead. His deep eyes, reflecting Elisa’s image, caused a stirring atmosphere.
Although she had forcibly turned his face, she suddenly felt breathless and her heart raced, as if trying to avoid him. Hamish firmly held her retreating hand and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “Do you see?”
In the play of light and shadow, Hamish’s eyes were as beautiful as glass, and Elisa, meeting his gaze, found her already flushed cheeks turning even redder.
Without answering, Hamish leaned in, teasing her by lightly brushing her nose. “Is it nice?”
Having been getting used to Hamish’s closeness over the past ten days, Elisa found herself immersed in his presence and awkwardly coughed, “Did you use to braid my hair before?”
Only then did Hamish release her with satisfaction. “I learned while you were in the hospital. I can not only braid hair but also knit scarves.”
Elisa couldn’t help but imagine the scene, picturing Hamish, a big man, doing nothing but knitting in the hospital. It was amusing, but after laughing, she felt a sense of sadness.
It was already 5 p. m. when they arrived at Chiwood. The weather in Chiwood was much warmer than in Bankshire, but Elisa felt cold.
They were the last to disembark the plane. Hamish held his phone in his left hand and tightly grasped Elisa’s hand with his right, fearing she would vanish from his side.
Once outside, the sharp-eyed Hamish spotted the person who had come to pick them up.
The driver successfully received them and escorted them to their residence.
Seeing the magnificent three-story villa, although Elisa had mentally prepared herself, she was still shocked by the scene before her.
The villa was situated by the coast. When she heard Hamish say that the entire island belonged to him, Elisa once again realized that Hamish was wealthy, very wealthy indeed.
The villa was decorated in a French style, and such a design was quite extravagant, burning money at every turn. From the intricately patterned parquet flooring, which cost thousands per square meter, to the lighting fixtures, decorative paintings, and ornaments, the expenses were exorbitant.
Leading Elisa by the hand, they arrived at the entrance, but Elisa suddenly stopped in her tracks. Turning to her, Hamish asked, “What’s wrong?”
Elisa hesitated, feeling at a loss, like a naive rabbit suddenly finding itself in a wolf’s den.
Sensing Elisa’s nervousness, Hamish rubbed her hand with his thumb in reassurance. “Nervous?”
“A little.” Elisa lowered her gaze.
She felt distinctly out of place and couldn’t recall any of the journey from returning to Chiwood to entering the house. Elisa couldn’t help but question if this place was truly her home.