As for me, I lowered my head and was choosing a hotel.
He was the first to discover the truck coming at high speed.
I was supposed to die, but he held me tightly in his arms.
That day, I cried and held on tightly to his sleeve, as if he could stay.
Until the moment he closed his eyes, he forced a smile. "Don't be afraid, I'm just going to sleep for a while."
The scene of that day was like a nightmare. Whenever I thought of it, my tears would fall like it was raining.
I couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground powerlessly.
Edward passed away.
No one loved me anymore.
In a daze, I seemed to see his tall figure again. I reached out to grab him.
"Edward, wait for me... wait for me to pay you back with my life. I'll find you."
When I woke up again, I was already in the narrow nanny's room of the Watson family.
"I think it was Linda who sent me back."
Ever since something happened to Edward, Dean, who had a heart problem, was the only one left in the Watson family.
His illness was also what Edward was most worried about when he was alive.
For this reason, I followed him all day long, taking care of him, cooking soup for him, drinking for him and putting out the cigarettes for him.
But he still hated me the most.
He drank more, smoked more, and didn't go home at night...
It seemed that he was unwilling to give up until his body was damaged.
I knew that he was just trying to escape from reality.
I forced myself to check the time and jumped up in an instant.
It was time for dinner! I opened the door in a hurry.
In the next moment, my heart instantly constricted, my pupils dilated, and the blood in my entire body seemed to have been frozen.
It was not because Dean was intimate with the woman he brought back!
I was not surprised that this woman was the one who used to bully me!
It was Dean's outfit!
He wasn't nearsighted, but at the moment he was wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses and had changed his punk style into a white shirt.
It was just like how Edward was in college.
I found it hard to believe that he didn't do it on purpose.
The girl pretended to be surprised and asked, "Dean, who is this girl? She looks so familiar."
Dean gently stroked her head.
My heart ached as if it had been stabbed by thousands of needles.
Dean was very smart. He knew how to make me suffer.
"She's the nanny at home. Leave all the dirty work to her."
She pouted and held my hand. I shivered subconsciously.