Broken Memories

"Yes." Alexander nodded, looking at her with a meaningful smile, "Little Amelia, first tell me what you said when you came in."

Now that his mind was completely clear, he naturally realised that it was the little girl who had said that sentence.

Hearing this, Amelia opened her big eyes, froze for a moment, and then hurriedly shook her head, firmly denying, "No... I didn't say anything."

She didn't, she hadn't!

Moreover, the look in Alexander's eyes when she said that sentence earlier still made her feel frightened, and she wouldn't say it again.

However... Amelia looked at Alexander curiously. She didn't know why Alexander's reaction would be so great.

Seeing the little girl's expression, Alexander knew what she was thinking and let out a helpless sigh.

He really had scared the little girl! But she couldn't be afraid of him.

He looked into the little girl's beautiful eyes and said in a low voice, "What does Amelia want to know? I'll tell you everything."

I'll tell you everything, give you everything, even my life.

"Can you really tell me everything?" Amelia blinked her eyes, and her tawny eyes with a hint of dark blue seemed to have a stream of light passing through them.

Amelia was indeed very curious, and seeing how sad he looked when he was talking in his sleep, she also hoped to comfort Alexander. But she was afraid of touching his sore spot, so she didn't dare to ask.

"Yes." Alexander nodded, his jet-black eyes looking deep and certain.

"Well..." Amelia frowned her delicate eyebrows, raised her hand to tug at her tawny curly hair, hesitated for a while, looked at Alexander, and carefully opened her mouth, "Brother Alexander, that... I... when I just came in, I kept hearing you... calling for mom. Does Brother Alexander miss your mother very much?"

Hearing those two words, Alexander's ink-coloured eyes instantly darkened, his brows unconsciously furrowed, and his lips tightened, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Amelia saw this and immediately waved her hands, "Brother Alexander, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to force yourself."

Hearing this, Alexander's expression relaxed, and he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to make his nerves less tense. He couldn't scare the little girl again, or else he wouldn't be able to coax her back.

He looked at Amelia, curved his lips into a relaxed smile, "It's not forced. As long as it's Amelia's question, it's not forced."

Amelia felt a little embarrassed hearing this, scratched her hair, and smiled with curved eyes, looking a bit silly.

Seeing her smile, Alexander really relaxed. She was his little sun, like a good medicine. Every time he saw the little girl's smile, he could forget those dark memories that were about to rot.

He raised his hand to rub Amelia's fluffy head, leaned forward slightly, looked at the little girl, and said with a smile on purpose, "Before I say it, can Amelia tell me if you were comforting me earlier?"

Amelia saw his expression and seemed to really not mind, so she lowered her head and said in a low voice, a little embarrassed, "Brother Alexander was holding me earlier, and I thought you were talking in your sleep! You looked very sad... I thought you were missing your mother. So..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, as if she also knew that it was a bit shameful for an adult to still miss their mother.

Alexander noticed her address, his eyes moved, looked up at Amelia, hooked his lips and raised his eyebrows, "Want to know? Call me brother, and I'll tell you if you call me brother."

He didn't want her to address him the same way as others. For some reason, looking at the little girl's innocent appearance, he wanted her to call him brother.

It would be best if she called him that for a lifetime, when kissing, when in bed...

Actually, he really wanted to bully her, but it wasn't the right time yet. He couldn't scare the little girl away.

Amelia: "... " She didn't really want to call him that :).

Although she was a simple little girl, seeing the man's strange expression, she always felt that this "brother" was a bit different from an ordinary brother.

emmm... a bit improper. -.-

The little girl's thoughts were written all over her face, and it was easy to see.

Alexander slowly put away the smile on his lips, lowered his eyes and asked, "Doesn't Amelia want to know?"

Alexander was twenty-five years old and in his prime. However, his appearance was not the popular type of young fresh meat. His features were more profound and delicate, looking very noble. And because he had an aloof aura, he was like those high-ranking noble sons.

But today, perhaps because of his illness, his face looked a little pale. When he showed a little emotion casually, he looked very pitiful, making people couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Especially for an innocent little girl like Amelia.

So the usually careless Amelia paid extra attention to Alexander's emotions today.

Seeing Alexander looking so down at this moment, Amelia frowned and struggled for a moment, then asked in a small and soft voice, "Then... Brother Alexander, why?"

Alexander immediately smiled, looked up at Amelia, and there was light in his eyes, but what he said was quite the opposite of his expression.

He looked at the little girl and said lightly, "That woman... is my mother, and she is dead."

Amelia suddenly widened her eyes, looking at a loss, "Brother... Brother Alexander, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

As she spoke, she lowered her head and picked at her fingers, feeling very guilty.

Seeing that the little girl's face was about to be buried in her chest, Alexander chuckled, leaned over, reached out to pinch the little girl's chin, used his thumb to cover her lips, and smiled slightly, "There's no need to say sorry, Amelia. Never say sorry to me, and that woman... is not important to me at all."

Yes, she was not important at all.

The woman who gave him life but also brought him endless pain and darkness was not important to him at all.

Amelia blinked her eyes. She looked at the man in front of her. Although there was a smile on his lips, there was a kind of inexplicable sadness. She felt that he must be pretending to be strong, and he must miss his mother very much.

She pursed her lips, frowned and struggled for a while, then relaxed her eyebrows. Finally, she mustered up her courage, stood up and hugged Alexander, still patting the man's broad shoulders.

In their family, when someone was sad, they would comfort them like this.

Alexander was caught off guard by Amelia's hug and was stunned for a moment. Until his face touched Amelia's abdomen and felt the warm touch of Amelia's body, he came to his senses. The little girl was comforting him.

He raised his hand to wrap around the little girl's slender waist. The touch was warm and soft, and the little girl's scent surrounded him, making him feel very comfortable.

Amelia patted his back and said like coaxing a child, "Brother... Brother Alexander, don't be sad! I'm the only child in my family, and my parents and grandmother have more love than I can use! I can share some with you."

Cough, presumably Mrs. Elizabeth wouldn't mind having one more son, and grandma certainly wouldn't mind either. After all, the three women in their family were all face controls, and she was the most picky one.

So as long as she thought someone was good-looking, the other two women in the family would definitely like them.

As for Mr. Wen, as the man with the lowest family status, his opinion could be ignored.

Hearing this, Alexander tightened his arms around Amelia's waist, hooked his lips in a place where Amelia couldn't see, and a trace of triumph flashed in his eyes.

He pressed his forehead against Amelia and said in a low voice, "I just want Amelia to stay with me forever."

"Huh?" Amelia was a little puzzled.

"Is it okay?" Alexander then looked up at Amelia's eyes.

His pupil color was darker than that of ordinary people, and looking at her so intently, people couldn't help but want to drown in it.

Amelia nodded blankly, "Okay... I guess."

Although she knew that no one could accompany anyone for a lifetime, looking at Alexander's somewhat sad eyes, only affirmative words remained in her mouth.

Hearing this, Alexander silently hooked his lips, "This is what you said."

The little girl had promised him so much, and she would have to pay it back with her whole life.

The innocent Amelia unknowingly stepped into a bottomless pit.

The two people who were not on the same page were daydreaming blindly. Outside, Lydia was holding two bowls of millet porridge at the door, with a wooden face. Under her expressionless face, she was very troubled.

The little brat had been inside for so long and hadn't come out. Could it be that the actor had eaten her up? If she went in and saw something she shouldn't see, how could she continue to work at Universal in the future?

But if she didn't go in, what if the little brat was eaten up? She was supposed to take care of the little brat, and she wasn't sure if this counted as her failure to take good care of her.

She would feel guilty.

Lydia held the two bowls of porridge, unable to knock on the door. After struggling for a long time, she cleared her throat and coughed loudly twice, "Brother Alexander, Amelia, I brought you breakfast."

Hearing Lydia's voice, Amelia was like a thief, immediately let go of Alexander, pushed him, took two steps back, and put her hands behind her back.

A trace of regret flashed across Alexander's face, and then he looked up at the little girl who looked nervous with a half-smile.

After doing this series of actions, Amelia came to her senses. Why was she feeling guilty? She hadn't done anything bad. Looking down, she saw Alexander's half-smile eyes, and inexplicably blushed.

Alexander glanced at Lydia at the door and instantly put away the extra expressions on his face, remaining indifferent as before.

Lydia entered the room with the porridge. From a distance, it seemed that there were no embarrassing actions between the two, and she let out an invisible sigh of relief.

But as she approached, she found that the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit strange. The little brat's face was all red. What was the situation? The little brat was so wild. When had she ever seen her blush these days?

She immediately looked at Alexander, but before she could open her mouth, the words in her mouth were choked back by his indifferent expression. Yes, this person had a cold and frightening expression in front of any woman except the little brat.

So she gave up her curiosity, looked at Alexander, nodded politely, and said, "Brother Alexander, this is the porridge we cooked."

Alexander nodded, "Put it here! Thank you."

"Well." Lydia placed the porridge and a plate of side dishes on the bedside table, specifically glanced at Amelia, and then went out.

After Lydia left, Amelia had also relaxed. She picked up the porridge on the bedside table and handed it to Alexander, looking at him with big eyes, "Here, Brother Alexander, eat quickly. After eating, rest for a while, and the fever should subside."

Alexander didn't take it and looked at the little girl firmly, "You feed me."

The little girl's long eyelashes fluttered, and she widened her eyes without hesitation, "I won't!"

Then she quickly placed the bowl on the bedside table and picked up the other bowl to run out, saying loudly as she walked, "Brother Alexander, eat by yourself! I'm going to be with Sister Lydia."

Oh! The little brat is having a little tantrum.

Alexander raised his hand to cover his eyes, chuckled, rubbed his dizzy forehead, and then dragged his weak body to the bathroom.

When he came out, his phone rang again. He frowned and picked it up. Just before he was about to hang up, he finally answered it impatiently -

"What's the matter?"

The voice of a middle-aged man with an unclear emotion came from the other end of the phone, "You went to record a variety show? You... forget it. Take care of yourself. I heard you are sick."

Alexander lifted his clothes to take off the T-shirt he slept in and said sarcastically, "Who did you hear this from? Why is it always about me."

The other end seemed to let out a helpless sigh, "I didn't monitor you, and I won't interfere with your freedom. I'm different from Amy. You... don't be so wary of me. I will also be very sad."

Amy was Alexander's mother. His parents had a marriage of convenience. His father had no feelings for Amy, so he had a lot of affairs outside and was very promiscuous. However, Amy had feelings for his father, which was why he was so painful.

In Alexander's heart, his pain was caused by both of them, so he hated his mother and his father as well.

Hearing his mother's name after a long time, his body still trembled. He had heard such words many times, and Alexander irritably ran his hand through his hair and said coldly without any emotion, "Enough. In my eyes, you are all the same."

After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.

He had no concept of parents. Since he was a child, his only perception of his mother was fear. But his mother hated him because of his father, so he would hate them both together.

In the CEO's office of the Universal Group Building in B City, a middle-aged man overlooked the city. He was a powerful figure in the business world, but he had no way to deal with his son.

He only had a business empire, but his son had no attachment to it, so he had nothing in front of his son.

He knew that Alexander hated him, so he rarely called to disturb him. But when he heard that he was sick, he couldn't remain indifferent. Moreover... he wanted to tell him that it would be his mother's death anniversary soon.

However, presumably this was the last thing he wanted to hear.