Chapter 2 Part 2 : Doubts

"Why?" Bryan asked.

"I'm sorry, Bryan. I can't do all this..." Vallerie said, deeply saddened.

"It's okay, dear. I understand your condition; this must all be very new to you," Bryan said as he hugged Vallerie tightly.

"I'm sorry..." Vallerie said again.

"No, no. It's actually me who should apologize; you just recovered from your illness. I shouldn't have been like that," Bryan said, gazing into her beautiful light brown eyes. They then embraced each other.

"Thank you for being patient with me," Vallerie said, which was met with a smile from Bryan.

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Bryan took Vallerie for a walk through the small parks in their neighborhood, with Vallerie sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by Bryan from behind.

"It's beautiful," Vallerie praised, looking at the various types and colors of roses.

"Of course, just like you," Bryan complimented Vallerie in return. The woman's cheeks instantly flushed bright red.

"Bryan, isn't this house too big for just the two of us? Plus, it's so far from everyone else," Vallerie said.

"Why?"

"I'm a little scared to live in a house this large."

"Don't worry. I'm here to accompany you," Bryan replied.

They now walked towards the edge of a small lake. The atmosphere there was so quiet and peaceful. But somehow, Vallerie felt something was off. Why did she feel no emotional connection to this house as they passed by it?

"Excuse me, Sir and Madam," said a man who was a servant in the house.

"What is it, John?" Bryan asked.

"I'm sorry, Sir. There's something important you need to attend to right now," replied the man named John, who was older than Bryan, around his 40s.

Vallerie was curious about what was happening. "Wait a minute, dear. I'll be right back. If you need anything, just call the servants in this house," Bryan said, giving Vallerie a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

"Alright," Vallerie replied.

She was curious about what important matter Bryan had to attend to. She also wondered what kind of job Bryan had that allowed him to own such a large house with dozens of servants like this.

"It's impossible for a lecturer's salary to be like this," Vallerie murmured.

Suddenly, she felt a pain in her head. "What's wrong, Ma'am?" asked a female servant.

Vallerie was startled, "Since when have you been here?"

"I'm sorry for startling you. I've been here for a while, but you were too busy talking with Mr. Bryan," the servant named Karen lamented.

Finally, Karen accompanied Vallerie to tour the views around the area.

"Karen, how old are you?" Vallerie asked.

"I'm 18 years old, Ma'am," she replied. Vallerie had guessed that from the start.

"May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What does Bryan do besides being a lecturer?"

"Mr. Dominic is the sole heir of the Dominic group, Ma'am. Being a lecturer is just a pastime for him," Karen answered as they arrived at the lake's edge.

"Oh, where did we get married?" Vallerie asked again.

"Of course, in this house and-"

"Karen, come here!" a deep voice called the servant.

Karen fell silent as John said something to her, "Karen, don't talk too much with Ma'am Vallerie. She just recovered from her condition," John said firmly.

"Okay, Sir," Karen replied, bowing obediently.

"I'm not-" Vallerie's words were cut off by John.

"It's best for you to return to the house, Ma'am. The weather doesn't seem supportive for a walk right now," John explained and walked away.

"Let's go back to the house, Ma'am," Karen replied as she pushed Vallerie's wheelchair.

"Does he always act so stern?" Vallerie asked about John.

"Of course, Sir. Besides, he is my father..." Karen's response shocked Vallerie and made her feel awkward.

After a few minutes, they arrived home. It began to rain heavily.

"What John said is true," Vallerie thought as she gazed at the heavy rain from her bedroom balcony.

Her heart felt so empty. She wondered how long her amnesia would last. A hug around her neck startled her.

"Bryan, don't scare me like that!"

"Are you scared?"

"Who's scared? When did you come back?"

"Just now. Let's go inside; the rain is pouring. Look, even the balcony floor is wet." Bryan quickly pulled Vallerie's wheelchair away from there.

Bryan then carried his wife to sit on the soft bed while turning on the TV. He kept holding Vallerie's hand and occasionally kissing it.

They were watching a soap opera on a local TV channel.

"Are you not watching?" Vallerie asked.

"Of course, I'm watching," Bryan replied, increasingly focused on Vallerie's face.

"Not me, but the TV," Vallerie narrowed her eyes at Bryan.

"You're more interesting than that TV," Bryan tucked a strand of hair behind Vallerie's ear.

Bryan's flirtatious words made Vallerie's heart race. Plus, the man was extremely handsome. Was she dreaming of having such a handsome, kind, caring, and wealthy husband like Bryan?

"Oh God, what good deed did I do to deserve a man like him? But why does my heart still doubt him?" Vallerie thought, feeling conflicted.

"Stop flirting, Bryan," Vallerie began to glare at him.

The man chuckled, "Who's flirting? I'm being serious."

"Whatever you say." Vallerie pouted.

"You are everything to me, Vallerie. I would do anything for you, even leave my world behind," Bryan said, their gazes meeting for a few seconds. She could see sincerity in his eyes. Finally, Vallerie turned away because she couldn't bear to look at Bryan for too long.

"Oh, by the way, why did you want to marry me? Especially since you said I'm just a café waitress. And do your parents agree to marry me?" Vallerie asked again.

"I'm sorry you have to hear this, but my parents have already passed away. Even before we met. If you're curious, you can check my family background directly in the Pradipa group."

"That's not what I meant..." Vallerie said as she noticed Bryan's face looking gloomy.

"I'll go to the kitchen to get us some food," Bryan replied and left.

"Did I say something wrong?" Vallerie thought, feeling uneasy.

Vallerie looked at some wedding photos of her and Bryan displayed in the room. There was even a photo of her during a vacation at a beach.

"Oh God, please help me trust my husband more. He has clearly shown all the evidence that I am his wife. Even our marriage certificate clearly states both our names." Vallerie prayed silently.

To be continued...