Chapter 1783: Old Mills’ Attention to Detail
Their eyes locked, filled with such overwhelming emotions, and their hearts brimmed with gratitude.
Trevor, who had given them personal space, was now bringing Janelle to the entrance of the cinema.
Janelle was a bit curious, "Are we watching a movie?"
Trevor nodded and said to her, "I’ve just booked two tickets for the latest comedy. You’ve also been through a tough time, constantly on edge. Today is a great day; Aunt has finally woken up, and you can relax. Take this chance to unwind a bit, okay? We should give them some more time."
He was thoughtful, and Janelle indeed felt relieved. She thought for a moment and agreed.
"Alright!" The girl proactively hooked her arm through his and walked toward the cinema with him.
At the hospital, in a certain ward.
Old Mills sat in a chair by the bed, holding Carlotta’s hand tenderly, their gazes never once breaking apart.
After waiting for what felt like eternity, Nathan Mills couldn’t bear to blink, lest he miss any moment of her awakening.
"Carlotta." He kissed the back of her hand and said tenderly, "Rest and heal, I will remain by your side throughout."
"What about your company? Is there nothing that you need to handle?" Carlotta asked with concern, "You can’t stay here forever, can you?"
"No problem, the company isn’t facing any major issues, the assistant can handle it. Right now, the most important thing is your health." Compared to the company, Carlotta was his utmost priority.
Upon hearing these words, Carlotta’s heart swelled with even more gratitude. Tears filled her eyes as she showed the softest side of herself.
A tear trickled down the corner of her eye.
Old Mills hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears away, "Don’t cry, don’t cry."
Past memories were like a movie playing in Carlotta’s mind. Despite her brain surgery, she hadn’t lost her memory.
Today, at this moment, she felt a sense of newfound love. This man’s attentiveness and care reminded her so much of how it was when they first met.
This feeling was undeniably beautiful.
Just then, someone softly knocked on the ward door. Without opening it, Old Mills gently placed her hand down and got up to open the door.
The door opened a small crack, and he said to the person outside, "Thank you," before closing the door again.
Carlotta saw that he was carrying a bag as he stepped toward her.
She didn’t ask what it was; her gaze just fell on the bag.
Old Mills directly took the contents out of the bag, and the subtle aroma of red bean cake instantly filled the air, mixed with the scent of roses — it was particularly pleasant.
Carlotta saw the steaming red bean cake, and was suddenly a bit hungry, not having eaten for a long time.
Nathan Mills gently placed the open cake on the bedside table, raised the bed a little, and said to her, "Remember, you loved this red bean cake when you were young. I visited the shop in the past few days, it’s still open and the taste hasn’t changed. I left a reservation number..."
Carlotta leaned against the headboard, feeling deeply moved by his words.
"Here, be careful," he said, as he took a pillow and gently placed it behind her back, tending to details more attentively than a young man in love.
"Come, give it a try." Old Mills then took a cake and sat in front of her, playfully pinched a small piece and brought it to her lips, said coaxingly, "See if it’s the same taste as before? The shop owner hasn’t changed, though they’ve aged and their skills have matured. There’s still a long queue every day."
Her heart was like a bottle of mixed emotions, tears brimming as she gently opened her mouth. Her heart softened at this moment.
The taste was so familiar...
Back when she had just married Old Mills, they would buy this cake every morning, nutritious, hygienic, and affordable, though it required queuing, so they would get up ten minutes earlier.
A small piece of red bean cake brought back the feeling of youth for both of them...