From the moment she revealed her identity, Adriana thought she would one day confront Peter over Helen’s custody.
I just didn’t expect Peter to take the initiative and even directly agree to let her take Helen.
For her, it was the best news of the new year.
Available at …
Six months of playing games with him?
Adriana always felt that Peter had the intention of giving an account of the aftermath, which made her feel suspicious.
“What if I refuse.”
She asked after a moment’s thought.
The man lay on the bed, a faint smile surfaced on his reddened face, as if he was winning, “You have no reason to refuse.”
Attacking people is something Peter is very good at.
His cunning calculations annoyed Adriana, and even repelled her a little.
“Okay, I’m going to make an appointment.”
Even if she didn’t like Peter, she had no reason to refuse.
She was already thinking about how to get Helen back from The Alston family, and since Peter had given the word, she certainly wouldn’t turn it away.
“All ears.”
“One, no physical contact; two, no interference with each other’s private lives and boyfriends …”
Said Adriana, with some hesitation, adding, “Or, girlfriend. Three, I sleep on the bed and you sleep on the floor.”
Familiar routines.
Adriana had also brought it up when she went back to Orchard House with Peter a few years ago.
As Peter listened to her, a voice seemed to swirl around in his head again, making him shake his head.
“You don’t say yes?”
After she finished, she couldn’t wait for Peter to speak for a long time and thought he had refused.
“No problem, as you wish.”
The man who drifted back to his senses nodded his head in agreement.
“Oh.”
Adriana answered and looked at him with all eyes.
That glance was extremely complicated, each with its own thoughts.
After a few moments, she turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
In the living room, Adriana was eager to sleep, feeling very tired, but lying on the couch with no sleep.
The company got up, walked to the window, through the dim light of the roadside looking at the sky flying snow, interspersed with colorful fireworks blooms, everywhere full of New Year’s atmosphere.
This was the first time I spent New Year with Peter.
Very special, memorable and unforgettable.
The temperature inside the room is high, the cold wind outside, the glass is dense with water mist, blocking the view.
Adriana raised her hand, her long fingertips danced on the glass window, and a few moments later a lifelike cartoon character appeared on it.
A short-haired woman, draped hair, wearing a nice floor-length wedding dress, holding a bouquet in her hand, flanked by two small flower girls on the left and right.
The drawing is so rough that you can’t tell who it looks like.
“You want Helen and Luis to be your flower girls at the wedding?”
A voice suddenly sounded behind her, and Adriana, startled, looked back to find Peter standing in the bedroom doorway, dragging his frail body.
Her face is slightly sunken, her left hand naturally over the glass, a gentle stroke, there is nothing, only the water stains remaining in her palm slightly cold.
“Get up for what? Get some rest if you’re sick. ”
Adriana, with a cool face, walked over to the couch and sat down, carrying her laptop on her lap, connected to the hotel’s wi-fi to watch TV.
The quiet room resounded with the sound of bubble play and not too awkward atmosphere.
Peter wrapped up tightly, most of the body has not recovered, still some cold, shivering and walked to sit next to Adriana.
“What are you looking at, is it nice?”
“Descendants of the Sun, you wouldn’t know it if I told you.”
Adriana teased.
“Haven’t seen it.”
Peter responded and looked down at the pill at his feet, remembering that it was this medicine on the bedroom nightstand just now.
He leaned down and picked it up, cupped it in his hand and played with it, reminiscing.
I was trying to think about what happened between me and Adriana after I entered the room, but after a while, I only remembered some vague memories.
Throw the pills in the trash.
I was about to withdraw my gaze when suddenly my pupils shrank slightly and I stared at the medicine bottle in the trash can.
Reach out and pick it up.
Looking at the name and efficacy on the medicine bottle, Peter’s eyebrows knitted, “You … have bad insomnia?”
I remember the time when Floedan went to Dr. Suarez’s house and she saw him about her insomnia.
At the time, I thought it was a deliberate attempt by Adriana to approach Dr. Suarez to talk about the hair growth formula.
Now it seems that she does have serious insomnia.
The box was marked with 72 capsules, but the date of manufacture was three months ago.
“Occasionally.”
Adriana leaned back on the sofa, glanced at the pill box in his hand, indifferently returned a sentence.
The flickering gaze was a little faint.
“Occasionally?”
Peter didn’t believe it at all.
This brand of sleeping pills is a prescription drug, which cannot be bought in pharmacies at all, but only in large hospitals, and how can large hospitals sell them in bulk?
Apparently, she had been to a doctor within three months and had taken a surprising amount of sleeping pills during the short period of time.
Raising his wrist, he looked at the time, as if it was already five o’clock.
And Adriana was sleepless.
All that has been said is the best.
Peter threw the bottle into the trash can, got up and poured a glass of water for himself and by the way for Adriana, “I’m almost recovered, you go to bed. It’s already late, rest early.”
Adriana gaze light, that white cheeks seem to never see the joy and sorrow to.
Took the water, took a sip, held it in his hand to warm his palm, “Couldn’t sleep.”
“So you …”
Peter is about to say something when Adriana realizes, as an afterthought, that she has inadvertently left her mouth open and exposed her insomnia.
Immediately closed the computer, got up, finished the glass of water, turned around and went back to the bedroom.
The bedroom door slammed shut, separating the two.
The man stood there, like a statue of a, deep gaze let people can not see what he was thinking.
After a long moment, he came back to his senses and looked at the notebook on the sofa, his eyes lit up and the corners of his lips pulled out a curve.
Sat down, picked up Adriana’s laptop, opened it, and the screen showed: please enter your password!
He smiled mysteriously, ten fingers over the keyboard crackling a burst of tapping, the screen suddenly turned into a blue screen, on which popped up numbers plus subtitles, mixed with symbols.
Not much later, it opened.
This password, too simple.
An hour later, Peter put down his laptop, got up and walked to the bedroom door and gently unscrewed it.
There was no reaction from the woman on the bed.
Peter just walked in reassuringly, went to the bed, squatted down, and inclined his head to look at the woman sleeping with her eyes closed.
That palm-sized small face, delicate features, despite an accident five years ago all forgotten.
But he spent another five years remembering her, her smile, her hands, her eyes.
At this point, the woman on the bed rolled over and stretched her legs to bounce the bedding on her body, probably because she was a little hot.
Seeing her with her back to herself, her legs pressed against the bedding, sleeping in a casual position.
Peter couldn’t help himself.