The next day, at ten oclock in the morning, the scorching sun shone through the gap in the curtains, and sprinkled on Jane Smiths forehead.
She turned over tiredly, and the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of her immediately reminded her of last night.
Jane Smith bit her lip and endured the pain, turned over and lay on her side, and the pain flowed through her heart.
Some people say that marriage is not love, and when romance and passion are less, most couples will have a "seven-year itch".
But what about now? Even the "seven-year itch" doesnt need to be talked about. After being lost in her mind for a long time, she slowly got up.
...
In a hospital ward, there was a sick man lying on the bed, his face was sallow and thin, and he was very sick.
Jane Smith sat by the bed, peeling an apple.
"Ugh..."
Suddenly a pain came from her fingertips, and she cried out in pain.
"Whats wrong?" The man was nervous and leaned forward.
"Its nothing."
A drop of blood came out from her fingertips, and she stared at the bright red blood, and the pain penetrated from her fingertips into her heart.
"Look at you, be careful, you should be happy when you get married, why are you so absent-minded?"
Thomas Willow looked at his daughter with both blame and love.
"Dad, Im fine."
Jane Smith smiled at the man, but there was no smile in her eyes.
Before Thomas Willow could speak, she continued: "Dad, because my mother caused you to be separated from your wife and children, do you regret it?"
She looked at Thomas Willow seriously and stubbornly, and finally spoke the knot in her heart.
She is just an illegitimate daughter.
Jane Smith is Thomas Willows illegitimate daughter. Three years ago, when she and her mother were desperate, they unexpectedly met Thomas Willow, who had been avoiding her mother for a long time. He gave them a living allowance and her tuition fees in the name of a father.
However, after his original wife Susan White knew about it, she had a big fight with Thomas Willow and finally divorced him and remarried the president of Night Group.
After the divorce, Susan White gave both children to him.
The son, Mark Willow, has been abroad for a long time, and the daughter Lily Willow, because of the familys fragmentation, has been hanging out with many bad people.
Thomas Willow saw that he couldnt retain Susan White, so he simply let her remarry others,
And he simply took Jane Smith and her mother to the Willow family.
However, it caused dissatisfaction from Lily Willow and Mark Willow.
Jane Smiths eyes flashed a sharp pain.
"Little quiet, why do you think of asking this?"
Thomas Willows hoarse voice was a bit heavy, and his face was a bit gloomy.
"Nothing, I just want to ask, after all, your family is fragmented because of me and my mother, and you have lost a daughter..."
Jane Smith forced a smile from the corner of her lips, but her heart ached fiercely.
Not only did he lose a daughter, Lily Willow, but she also lost her mother.
And her mother died, and the murderer is still at large.
As for. Lily Willow...
"Little quiet, its all dads fault, its dads fault that caused this situation, and Im very sad..."
Thomas Willows face seemed to age a bit at this moment, and his voice was as if it had been rubbed with a sandpaper.
"But I feel very guilty."
Jane Smith blurted out and interrupted Thomas Willows words.
"Dad, at that time, although my sister and I had a dispute, she really didnt deserve to die, I really dont know how to atone."
"Child, dont blame yourself anymore, its really not your fault, if it wasnt for me, your mother wouldnt die."
Thomas Willow reached out and took the apple handed by Jane Smith.
"I know..."
Jane Smiths voice was hoarse, and suddenly her throat was a bit tight.
A living allowance, two family tragedies, human nature is good or evil, she really cant tell.
"Forget it, lets not talk about it."
Seeing Thomas Willow fall into a deep sorrow, Jane Smith sighed and interrupted him.
Thomas Willow didnt speak anymore, just looked at Jane Smith with a heartache.
"Dad, dont be sad, do you have any other grudges with Charles King besides in the business?"
Jane Smith stared at Thomas Willows face tightly, not missing a trace of expression on his face.
There must be some grudges between them, right, otherwise how could he hate himself so much.
"Everything has a cause and effect," so she thought she should think about the problem between her father and him.
"Although the business world is not bloody, it is more terrible than bloody fighting, it has always been a fight to the death, and such a grudge is already deep enough."
After that, he looked at her sensitively: "Whats the matter with you and him?"
Jane Smith came back to her senses and shook her head hurriedly: "Nothing, I just asked casually, so as not to be embarrassed when we get along in the future."
Thomas Willow lowered his head, but the gaze he looked at Jane Smith was very complicated.
In the evening, Jane Smith came home, and when she passed the study upstairs, she couldnt help but glance at it.
Just one glance, her feet seemed to be attracted by a disk and stopped, her eyes staring at the light coming out of the study door crack in shock!
When did he come back?
After pausing for a few seconds, her feet began to move on their own.
When she pushed open the study door, and the two soft lines of sight collided unexpectedly, Jane Smith seemed to wake up from a dream.
She was stunned, what did she come in for?
When she was embarrassed and didnt know where to put her hands and feet.
"Jie -" The gentle voice full of deep attachment seemed to be able to melt the ice and snow.
Jane Smith was completely stunned, and looked at Charles King sitting on the chair opposite her in surprise.
His eyes... There was no resistance and alienation of the previous few days, what was there was what everyone could understand, affectionate, and deep attachment...
After a long time -
Jane Smith woke up from the dream again, staring at Charles Kings face motionlessly, and he called out - Jie!
But his eyes clearly had it when their eyes collided!
It seems...
He has mistaken someone for someone else!
It seems that this time, Charles King also woke up, and the city wall that had just been built seemed to isolate the distance between him and her.
"Is there something wrong?" He said a few words to Jane Smith, not cold or hot.
Jane Smith didnt answer, her eyes fell on the photo in the frame on the table -
A persons moment, there was a feeling of blood flowing back, it was her!
It was her! It was her! She! She!
It seemed that there was a sound wave circling in her mind - repeating these two words over and over again!
Jane Smith stared at the girl in the photo, her face was pale - the girl in the photo was wearing a white dress, she was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her beautiful face was like a flower under the sun...
She stood happily on the grass, and the warm breeze blew, and the skirt corner flew up...
She is as beautiful as Snow White in a fairy tale!
It seems that because Charles King hadnt completely recovered from his immersion, he stared at her face deeply and easily noticed that something was wrong with her.
Then... Jane Smith moved step by step to the edge of the table, standing opposite Charles King!
Lowering her eyes, she carefully picked up the photo on the table, and her fingers touched the girls face in the photo in a daze...
"Is she dead?"
Jane Smith suddenly spoke, her voice seemed to be torn, a bit hoarse.
She didnt expect to see Jies photo here, does he know Jie?
And, his reaction just now...
No -
Jane Smith was startled by her own thoughts,
No, he cant know, she accidentally killed her when she quarreled with Jie.
That matter was sealed very tightly by Dad.
Upon hearing this, a nerve of Charles King seemed to be pricked, he looked up, his eyes full of hatred looking at her melancholic side face: "Dead."
A light description, but full of deep sorrow.
Jane Smith, who was lost in a daze, seemed to wake up from a dream and reacted to what he had done, looking at the photo frame in her hand, she couldnt answer Charles Kings words for a while.
After a few seconds, Jane Smith stabilized the storm in her heart, and said lightly: "Oh!"
She said it lightly, indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Charles King was silent, but his eyes ignited with anger.
Moreover, what was even more incredible was... At the moment of the collision of eyes, he had an illusion and thought of her as Jie.
If it was because Jane Smith looked like Jie, but when he observed Jane Smith carefully, he couldnt find any similarity.
At that moment, even he couldnt explain it, and Jies shadow appeared on Jane Smith.
When the cold little hand felt a little warm, Jane Smiths hand on the photo frame also stopped - the next second, the photo frame was "snatched" by him,
She watched him carefully put it away, and then quietly looked at his face, which had already returned to normal, and suddenly said, "You love her very much, dont you?"
A calm sentence, but she didnt know why, her chest was blocked.
Although there is no love between them, they are still husband and wife after all, and seeing her husband still thinking about a dead woman...
She found that she was very selfish and cared very much!
Charles King looked up, his eyes suddenly became a bit colder, and in a very short moment, his expression had returned to the usual domineering.
He stood up, walked around her, and his black crystal-like eyes stared at her: "Love very much!"
Four short words confirmed Jane Smiths idea.
Before she could speak, the sarcastic voice fell again: "As a wife, do you mind?"
The word "wife" was bitten very hard by him, and it sounded very sarcastic, as if deliberately reminding Jane Smith.