Chapter 2 No.2

It took five hours from Hoginia to my hometown by train.

I tried to reestablish my life in the following three months.

During the night, I watched Frank and let my parents rest.

Over the years, they had taken care of him by themselves and had become aged before their time.

Unfortunately, Frank's condition kept worsening.

Initially, he had received the best treatment in Etriset, but later the doctor said it was unnecessary. He could only be a vegetable for the rest of his life, and it was enough for him to receive basic maintenance in a hospital in a second-tier city.

While taking care of him during the night, I was a special education teacher in the school in the daytime to tutor the children with autism.

During my five years in the Mason family, I studied all kinds of books about autism, taught myself, and got into a part-time graduate program.

The children in the special education school were my beloved students, and they were also my research subjects.

I was busy every day and had to make time to write my thesis.

Life was full and peaceful.

However, I had nightmares occasionally at night.

In those nightmares, the fragrance of cedar and sandalwood surrounded me like an endless cold mist.

After the shower, Zachary hunched his cool body over me, wetting me with the layer of the water. The coldness became heated gradually and almost burned me.

After Zachary and I married, we made love almost every night as long as he didn't travel abroad.

In the beginning, I resisted his intimacy as I had thought we got married only to let me become Erik's legal mother.

Zachary asked me, "Didn't you enjoy it?"

The moonlight shone through the lace window gauze and cast a shadow in his glazed eyes.

He had a handsome and aloof face, and his well-trained body was well-built and strong. When he hugged me tightly, I was almost drowned in his majestic hormones.

I admitted he could give me pleasure.

While we made love, I felt like being on cloud nine.

Every time I woke up in a sense of weightlessness in a cloud, my heart would palpitate and my clothes would be wet with cold sweat.

The scene in the ward, however, was inexplicably comforting.

The blue wall, the white bed, and my brother in a coma.

As usual, I soaked his dry lips with a cotton swab.

Something seemed to be wrong tonight. A waft of sandalwood scent swam over faintly.

I turned around in confusion and saw an elegant, black figure sitting in the corner.

Zachary's clear voice sounded. "It's me."