Chapter 895 - 469: An Old Photograph
Rather than saying her subconscious still carries a profound impression of the hospital, it’s more accurate to say that Lucas Yates’ image in her mind acts like a seal. Even if he has planted a garden in her heart, beneath that garden, deep within the soil, that seal stubbornly remains.
If one day, this beautiful garden that he has nurtured with care is destroyed, then when the soil is turned, the seal of memory will emerge, and its destructive power could ruin the happy and peaceful times he currently treasures. Therefore, he must do everything he can to prevent this from happening...
"Be good, let’s go back to work. Weren’t you worried about being late for too long?" Joshua Hughes’ deep voice sounded above her head.
Avery Jane raised her head: "Did I use to know a doctor or something?"
The feeling came too suddenly, too strangely, like a needle being tugged in her heart, not an intense pain, but as if with each heartbeat it tugged once. What was happening to her?
"Of course, the last time you fell, you were in the hospital and slept dazedly for several days. It was the doctors who examined you. You’ve forgotten yourself?" Joshua held her tightly, as the bodyguard had already driven the car to the hospital entrance, and there weren’t many people at the private hospital.
Joshua hugged Avery Jane as they got into the car. This time he didn’t drive himself but sat in the backseat with Avery. She nestled against his broad chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, finger lightly playing with the buttons on his suit: "Am I annoying?"
Her recent gaffe made her feel a bit embarrassed, but luckily Joshua was patient enough to indulge it all.
"You’re not annoying; you make me very worried. Avery, don’t force yourself to remember, it could be too much for your body." Joshua looked at her still pale little face, knowing her fragmented memories were still very active, like suppressed volcanoes, waiting for the right time to erupt with terrible memories. Only then would the true disaster arrive.
"I won’t do it next time." Avery hugged Joshua’s waist, like a slender vine entwining a sturdy tree, dependent and tender...
The benefits of the Hughes Clan are quite good, but when working, you must give it your all. Avery Jane took an hour off, returned to the office, where a few young women were handling files while chatting: "Avery Jane, you have to treat us today. Took leave a few days ago, and now you’re late by an hour today, what should be done? You don’t need to treat us to a high-end five-star buffet, but at least something else. There’s a place that does good Sichuan cuisine just behind the company, so what’s it gonna be? Wallet or friendship?"
"Sure, that’s fine." Avery Jane agreed immediately, her salary card still untouched. She’s nothing like them, having to co-rent a ridiculously expensive small apartment near the company, or take the bus every day, buy various cosmetics, and clothes; it seems she doesn’t need to buy anything.
"Avery Jane really has it good. Avery, which top executive is it exactly? The senior staff of Hughes Clan surely make a decent salary, but you’re a bit excessive. I saw this shirt in a foreign magazine just released, not even on international store shelves yet, and today you’re wearing it. It must cost at least fifteen thousand or more; we couldn’t buy one even if we didn’t eat or drink for a month." Emma White looked at Avery’s deep blue sweater with its collar showing and instantly recognized the shirt brand. She had an innate passionate obsession with luxury goods, once surviving on steamed buns and instant noodles for almost three months just to buy a handbag: "You know I survived on cup-less instant noodles for three whole months just to buy a basic model bag."
She even doubted how senior executives can afford Avery Jane’s lifestyle.
"Honestly, Avery, just how many cards do you swipe a month? You’d max out your gold card." The girls started pressing Avery Jane.
"I don’t use cards." There might have been one or two times, but the bill doesn’t come to her, totaling to barely a few hundred, just buying some snacks from the supermarket.