“Love is instinctive and personal, just like this ring.” Ivy Smith lifted her arm, and the diamond ring she had just found by the hospital bed was now clasped between her fingertips.
Noticing Emma Rosy’s expression stiffen for a moment, she curled her lips: “Once beloved, now, it can be thrown away as garbage.”
With a flick of her fingertip, the diamond ring made a faint glow in the air, bounced for a few moments, and lay in the corner behind the door.
That was Alex Brown’ proposal token at the wedding five years ago.
Today, it’s really like trash.
Ivy Smith’s words hit Emma Rosy where she was weak, shattering her confidence and shattering her dreams.
In the hospital bed, Alex Brown finally opened his eyes and saw two people, but only called out the name of one.
Ivy Smith walks over, while Emma Rosy bends down, picks up her beloved trash and leaves despondently.
The play comes to an end, the hero and heroine are successfully reunited, and the supporting characters naturally have to retire.
As the sun rises and the moon sets, Emma Rosy drags her tired body back to the hotel where she made her reservation, just in time to meet Charles Taylor, who is hurrying down the steps.
“Emma!”
Charles Taylor ran over to her, grabbed her shoulders, and ran his eyes over her face with concern: “You were up all night? Didn’t I tell you that you…”
The words stopped abruptly as Emma Rosy cried hoarsely in his arms: “It’s my fault… I don’t blame Ivy Smith, I was wrong, I was really wrong…”
Alex Brown memory loss or not, it no longer matters, because in the most difficult moments of his life, the person who was with him was Ivy Smith, not her!
After Alex Brown was hospitalized, Emma Rosy was so confused that when she sent a text message to Eric Chan, it was accidentally sent to her secretary’s cell phone, so Charles Taylor also learned what happened here from her secretary.
Understanding how upset she was, Charles Taylor put his palm on the back of her head, coaxing a child, gently soothing: “It’s my fault, I should have come with you. Yesterday, before we left, there was a sudden problem with the company, and I was in a hurry to deal with it, so I didn’t have the time to tell you, but if I had been around, I would never have let you suffer anything.”
Emma Rosy cried so hard that Charles Taylor’s words of relief didn’t reach her ears, but the scene of They of them holding each other tightly fell into the paparazzi’s camera.
After her emotions subsided, Emma Rosy was sent back to her room by Charles Taylor.
“I’m tired.” Emma Rosy lies on her back, not even moving her fingers, like an abandoned rag doll.
Hearing that she wanted him to leave, Charles Taylor was a little lost, but quickly returned to his normal self and asked, “Have something to eat before you rest. I heard this hotel has a good restaurant, you do not want to go downstairs, we order food and let the waiter bring it, okay?”
Emma Rosy shook her head and raised her hand over her eyes, her refusal clear.
The door to the room was gently closed, Emma Rosy sat up and turned her head to look out the window.
The view of the city was beautiful and the weather was surprisingly nice, but unfortunately the people were wrong, and with them, everything related to it, was wrong.
She sat up in front of her computer, ready to contact a hospital abroad to find out if Alex Brown’ memory loss was true. Even if she was destined to lose this relationship, she had to know why, if this remained unclear, she would be stuck with it forever.
Before Kenny Clarke left, he introduced her to a doctor friend who happened to work at the hospital where Alex Brown’ surgery took place and from whom she learned that Alex Brown’ death certificate had not been found.
An email would have solved the problem, but losing the phone was a real hassle.
“Miss. Richard , your new cell phone and cell phone card are ready and will be sent to you soon.”
“Okay, I got it.”
Closing the video, Emma Rosy gazed at the email message on the screen, pinched her brow, and lowered her eyes to type.
It was late at night when the email was sent, and Emma Rosy knew the other party would not reply immediately, so she simply washed up and went back to bed to rest.
When she woke up, it was already nighttime, and there was a new message in her mailbox.
-OK.
After almost two years of no contact, Emma Rosy was embarrassed to have caused her doctor friend any trouble and thanked her in an email. The doctor’s friend continued to be warm and efficient, and pulled Alex Brown’ hospital file and sent it to Emma Rosy’s email address that night.
Unfortunately, the results were still disappointing.
–All I could find was the time of admission and a list of generic medications purchased, which I’m sure is not very helpful to you. But as you know, it is already against my professional rules to disclose patient information privately.
At the end, a helpless expression is attached.
Emma Rosy is sincerely grateful to her doctor friend for doing his best, even if it was not helpful, and what’s more, these findings are not useless.
When Alex Brown was first hospitalized, he understandably had no choice but to conceal his condition to prevent turmoil in his domestic company. But now that he has been discharged from the hospital, what is the unspeakable inside story that still requires contacting the hospital and doing encryption on this?
In other words, who was this encrypted file meant to be kept secret from?
Emma Rosy sat in front of the computer screen, the suspicion in her heart like the cloud wandering in the sky, getting thicker and thicker.
The next day.
The police investigation into the worker’s death was still underway, and what awaited the Wright Group and Taylor Group was nothing more than a determination of responsibility and then compensation, so all they could do until the investigation was over was wait for the results and check with the project company.
Charles Taylor and Emma Rosy came to the door in the morning and asked to see the schedule for the day of the worker’s death, but the project manager brushed them off and offered to host a dinner at the hotel that evening to discuss the matter in more detail.
What could be discussed during the banquet?
They naturally perceived the perfunctory attitude of the project company, but there is no choice, so they decided to improvise, trying to set out some important information.
At the dinner table, there were three people from the other side present.
One is the project manager Jiang, about forty years old, looks tigerish.
Sitting on his left is a female secretary, young and beautiful.
To the right of manager Jiang is a short, fat man, surnamed Jin, said to be the head of the public relations department, extraordinarily chatty. However, in the mall, this type of person is the most guarded.
As expected, after the initial exchange of pleasantries, Mr. Kim joined forces with Mr. Jiang to try to get Charles Taylor and Emma Rosy drunk.
They were unable to confront the project company head-on, so Charles Taylor, on balance, accepted a few rounds of toasts and helped Emma Rosy hold her drinks.
Looking at the empty bottles of red wine, white wine and beer on the table, Emma Rosy was worried and quietly pulled Charles Taylor’s arm under the table.
“We’ve almost had enough questions, so stop drinking.” She lowered her voice.
Charles Taylor’s face was flushed, his eyes were already lost, and he listened to Emma Rosy’s words for half a day before handing her a reassuring look.
Emma Rosy was about to persuade again, but Manager Jiang said.
“Miss. Richard, you are too strict, so I do not accept!”
At that, Charles Taylor raised his hand in front of Emma Rosy and said, “She is a poor drinker, let’s continue.”
Manager Jiang smiled ambiguously and looked at Minister Jin, and They of them shook their heads and smacked their lips, with a few dirty looks flowing between their expressions.
Emma Rosy understood that Charles Taylor deliberately said this to divert the attention of They men and help her out, but in this way, it was really unacceptable.
“Isn’t it just drinking? Come on!”
She stood up, grabbed the full glass of red wine in Charles Taylor’s hand, tilted her head and drank it all.
The incident happened so fast that Charles Taylor didn’t even have time to stop it. Seeing Emma Rosy put down the glass furiously, the end of her eyes flushed red, stimulated by physical tears, while Minister Kim was still clapping and shouting across the room, she finally couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I’ll excuse myself for a moment to go to the restroom.” He still had the grace to nod slightly, but his expression was already icy cold, then extended his hand towards Emma Rosy: “Please hold me.”
As they walked out of the booth, They of them relaxed and exhaled deeply.
“Is it okay?”Feeling Charles Taylor put most of his body weight on his shoulders, Emma Rosy surveyed him worriedly.
Stumbling toward the bathroom, Charles Taylor kept his brow pressed to hide his tired face and his voice hoarse with relief, “Don’t worry, I don’t drink that badly.”
While waiting outside the restroom, Emma Rosy made up her mind that she couldn’t drink any more and had to go.
As for the engineering accident… she felt the metal item in her pocket and thought that with this thing, she could already solve the matter.
The hotel has three private rooms on each floor, spacious and luxurious, the private rooms have two doors in front and back, the first time she arrive if not the waiter guide, Emma Rosy nearly recklessly barged into the next door.
Feeling Charles Taylor put most of his body weight on her shoulders, Emma Rosy surveyed him worriedly.
Stumbling toward the bathroom, Charles Taylor kept his brow pressed to hide his tired face and his voice hoarse with relief, “Don’t worry, I don’t drink that badly.”
While waiting outside the restroom, Emma Rosy made up her mind that she couldn’t drink any more and had to go.
As for the engineering accident… she felt the metal item in her pocket and thought that with this thing, she could already solve the matter.
There are three private rooms in each floor of the hotel, spacious and luxurious, private rooms with two doors in front and behind, if not for the waiter to guide Emma Rosy nearly recklessly barged into the next door.
When he came out of the bathroom, Charles Taylor’s intoxication was getting worse and Emma Rosy was too busy to help him, not paying attention to the number on the door, and feeling that the distance was about the same, she pushed the door in front of her.
The original hot atmosphere in the room suddenly turned into a silence. Emma Rosy outside the door, also instantly frozen in place.
There were a group of unfamiliar faces sitting around the table, and three of them were standing with their glasses raised. If she heard correctly, when she opened the door just now, one of the middle-aged men was greeting the man and woman opposite.
“Mr. Brown and this young lady, the future wedding I will certainly be there to wish…”
The words of blessing were interrupted by her before he finished.
Yesterday at the hospital, Alex Brown and Ivy Smith had a “love affair” and today they meet again in this coincidental way.
What, did she not hurt her enough that she had to stab her in the heart again and again?
Emma Rosy smiled self-deprecatingly: “Sorry, we’re in the wrong place.”
Not wanting to look at them again, Emma Rosy took Charles Taylor’s arm and put it around his neck, gritting her teeth to hold him up and trying hard to turn around.
Unfortunately, Charles Taylor was almost completely unconscious, and as a grown man, even with a well-proportioned body, it was not something Emma Rosy could handle. Just take a step, They have fallen to the ground.
Such a wretched appearance, but the exhibition in front of Alex Brown, but at this time he and Ivy Smith side by side.
Emma Rosy closed her eyes quickly, trying to hide her ears from this embarrassing situation, and the glass of wine seemed to take effect, making her dizzy and limp, unable to stand up.
After a few seconds, or sooner, the desperate, death-defying silence was punctuated by the sound of footsteps from a distance.
Her arms were clutched and pulled up from the ground without gentleness, and her body fell uncontrollably towards the man’s arms, and she tried her best to support herself, but her legs did not listen to her, and she nearly came into close contact with the ground again.
“Stand still!” An angry command came from above her head.
Emma Rosy thought to herself, “Who needs your help? I can stand up on my own after a break!
Seeing her silence, Alex Brown’ anger increased. A woman who doesn’t know how to protect herself when she’s out and about and reeking of alcohol, what does it look like?
“Why are you drinking?” Alex Brown coldly questioned, and then glanced at Charles Taylor, who was still lying on the ground, his gaze turned into numerous blades, wishing to kill the person.
Emma Rosy turned her head away, her tone more aggressive than his: “It’s none of your business!”
“What?” Alex Brown pulled Emma Rosy closer to him, not controlling the force of his hand in his anger, and asked with gritted teeth, “Do you dare to say it again, it’s not my business?”
He said he loved him, that he had waited for him for two years, that he was her husband without even a marriage certificate, and then she said he had nothing to do with her?
Yes, he did want to leave her in Charles Taylor’s care, but who knew he was so unreliable?
Emma Rosy felt her wrist was about to be crushed, but she couldn’t break it, and with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, she yelled back, “Am I wrong? You already have a fiancée and won’t let me talk to you, so why should you be in charge of my business?
She still remembered what he said on the plane? If she was so vindictive, why didn’t she avoid him from afar, but had to appear in front of his eyes again and again, and find reasons that he couldn’t refuse, so that he would notice her?
The blood in her body surged up and gathered in the top of her head, and her temples felt like they were being pounded with a vague pain, completely unable to calm down. The rules he had always kept in mind were now thrown out of the window, and Alex Brown grabbed Emma Rosy’s wrist and pulled her straight into the elevator.
Ivy Smith guessed where he was taking Emma Rosy, and despite the pain, she could only smile, instructed her subordinates to help Charles Taylor up, and left, leaving the confused business partners behind.
Top floor, presidential suite.
With the door of the room thrown hard shut, Emma Rosy’s cries for help gradually faded, but showed no sign of stopping.
“Let go of me… bastard! Charles Taylor help me… help… Charles Taylor !”
Alex Brown was so angry that his eyes were red, and he wanted to talk to her calmly, but at this time he could not control his movements and pinned her directly to the sofa.
“Stop it!” Pinching her cheek, Alex Brown ordered in a deep voice: “We are the only ones here, who should save you, think before you shout!”
Emma Rosy felt that her bones would be shattered if he kept up this pace.
But what right did he have to do that?
He was the one who lost his memory, he was the one who was indifferent, he was the one who was angry, did she deserve to be fooled by him, to be taken away at will?
Too much grievance in her chest, but she can not think straight, can not argue with him, and can only play against him: “I do not know you! We have nothing to do with each other…”
The man in front of her suddenly leaned over and pressed her lips hard.
For the first time, Alex Brown’ kiss felt like a war, an assault and a pillage, a desire to eat her alive.
Her mind was quickly taken over by the alcohol and she forgot to struggle or resist, joining the fray and sinking with the reassuring scent…
Emma Rosy was lying on her back, as if she had been run over by a road roller, without the strength to lift her eyelids, the nerves in her head pulling against each other, the memory of last night is blurred, only remembering a beast repeating a phrase in her ear.
–who am I? Look carefully, who am I?
“How do I know who you are?”
Discontentedly muttering, Emma Rosy lazily rolled over, and a man’s profile appeared in the afterimage.
After the shock, consciousness gradually returned.
Alex Brown sighed in silent relief at her bewilderment, placed her clothes neatly on the side of the bed, and stood up to walk towards the living room.