35 4. Who are you?

Adrian push opens the door in the quietest way ever. He doesn't want to disturb the sleeping beauty inside. He walked near the bed, pulling a visitor chair and sat silently at the side.

She looks so beautiful. As if the times never faded away from her. She lies quitely on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Adrian reaches out his exquisite hand, using his clean like jade fingers to push away her fringes.

He sighed. Dr Feng's words keep haunting his mind. Losing memory is not something he cares about. But, she doesn't remember him was the pained thing ever.

His hand went down to Layla's flat stomach. His heart winches in pain. Tears trickled down, wetting his handsome face. His agony was too great. He failed as a husband. As a father.

The little one couldn't be saved. He was too late. They found her half an hour later, pinned on the crossbar with blood covers her whole body. Barely hanging on her last life, God miraculously let her stay in the world to accompany him again.

Remembering her bloodied state at that moment was the worst nightmare for him. She looks so pale and alone. Yes, alone. Her almost cold body is barely able to hold on. If they late another an hour later, he truly lost her forever.

" Sorry...I'm so sorry...father is sorry...father was late..." Adrian sobbed, whimpering alone in the cold room. Nobody knows how many times he keeps muttering the same words over and over again. Saying sorry...over and over again.

Dr Feng peeks through the VIP room door, looking at the lonely figure inside. These past two years were the hardest times for Adrian. The whole country was turned upside down, bearing Adrian's anger. He relentlessly searches the gang all over the country. Every crooks and cranny didn't escape his eyes and ears.

However, the gang members disappeared in one night right after the kidnapping accident. Evan was found hiding in the storeroom of the school as Layla's keen institutions were spot on. A group of people raided the school to find him. Layla's quick thinking and wits saved the young genius from destruction.

But, she pays a heavy price from her deed. She was tortured and lost the small ones that she carried together. The fetus was cruelly killed inside her as the kidnappers struck her belly with a knife. Stabbing her for God's knows how many times over.

And, again God doing His miraculous job. Her womb was survived from that accident. Layla was so lucky. If not, the whole country would bear Adrian's wrath.

Dr Feng sighed before closing the door slowly without disturbing the person inside. He pulled out a phone, calling their family to inform about Layla's awakened.

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Morning at the VIP room.

Layla frowned as light disturbing her sleep. Before she could open her eyes, the stinging rays penetrate her eyelids. Stabbing her eyes with strong light.

" sigh..." she exhales, trying to turn around to block the lights over. But, she felt something wrong. Someone is here with her! Her hand was clamped inside a rough pair of hands.

" Layla? You awake?" a sensual, but roughly sexy voice enter her ears. She frowned as her eyes opened slowly. She saw a blurry silhouette of the person in front of her.

She blinked, adjusting her sleepy eyes. Then, a clear picture of a man entered her sight. A drop-dead gorgeous staring at her with a tenderness that wholly different from her foster parent. (Duh...😑)

His eyes were dark and clear as the starry midnight sky. Flawless skin with some stubbles peeking through the pores didn't destroy the perfect face of his. A slightly crooked nose made her itching to touch. His thin, but kissable lips were so tempting to her. As if asking her to relentlessly kiss it as hard as she could. His fringes that covered his smooth forehead was naughtily tickled her heart to sweep it with her fingers.

Her eyes looked down at his body. She gulped, trying to control herself from attacking him and lick his amorous body. She dared to bet her whole savings that under his shirt was a body enough to send humans into the abyss of sins.

What a perfect creation! This man could be the death of others to covet over.

Looking at her blatant checking out his body made him amused yet happy at the same time.

His Layla was back. She back with lights to brighten up his dull life. His eyes watered as tears flow down, bringing hope for another happy marriage life.

" Layla...welcome back, love..." He whispered as he brings his lips to kiss her backhand. His wait was paid over by her. Yearning, longings for her touch and love, making him desperate to take her back home.

The despair from before was swept away as she finally opened her beautiful hazel eyes, to look at him again.

However, his being was stiffened as if being poured over by cold water with her next question.

" This...mister, who are you?" she asked, cruelly shattering his long lost dream.

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