I wasn't sure whether he understood. I continued, "Shirley is incredible. If you pay attention, you will discover that you have missed too much in these years. When I was young, I loved candies, but I could only eat them once a month. Sometimes, my grandma didn't even let me eat them. Because there was no way to make me satisfied, I kept craving candies all the time when I was young. At that time, my grandma used to make me pumpkin pie. They tasted good, but because I could eat them every day and my grandma would make them for me whenever I wanted, as time passed, I didn't think the pumpkin pies were delicious anymore. Later, when I grew up, I could buy candies myself and I was very excited. I bought a lot of them, but I got sick of them after eating two. In fact, most of the things we often craved weren't good at all, we craved them simply because we couldn't get our hands on them. Thinking about it now, the most delicious food in my memory was not the candies, but the pumpkin pie. But my grandma is gone, so I can only remember the taste for as long as I lived."
Irvin looked at me. Probably because he'd gotten thinner, his nose bridge looked higher, and his
dark eyes seemed deeper. "Arianna, I'm not just thinking of you because I couldn't win you over. Do you still remember what you looked like when you first came to Granger Manor? You didn't speak much. You were either silent or smiling faintly. You were so quiet. My mother told me in private that a girl like you is very gentle, but I thought to myself, why should a girl be gentle? Later on, you pushed me into the pond. Now that I think about it, I've long forgotten the chill of the water. The only thing I remember is your appearance. You looked energetic and bright, and although you were in rage, you looked gorgeous. When I carried you out of the warehouse, you were covered in blood. You probably forgot that you held on to me tightly and stubbornly told me that I must save the child. That was very disheartening. I thought, how could a person like Hendrix deserve you? He didn't even know how to protect you."
I bit my lips and lowered my head. There were too many things that happened in the past, and some of them were beyond recognition.
He continued with a bitter smile, "At that time, I thought that no matter what, I must take good care of you in the future. When the child was delivered, I saw that it was deformed. I was afraid of what you would think, so I sent the child away as I didn't want you to see it. When you found out that the child was gone, you were in shock. You always woke up in the middle of the night and sat alone, dazing, in the room. At first, I didn't know about it, but then I found out and stayed up with you all night. As time went by, you would sit next to me and tell me to close my eyes to sleep, as if you were comforting me.
"You probably don't know that those days were the happiest days of my life. You would always cover me with a quilt when you woke up in the middle of the night. Sometimes you would wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen. You would say that you wanted to prepare breakfast for me. But you were in a daze. The breakfast that you cooked was often either bad or couldn't be eaten. You would mistake the sugar for salt and add it to the noodles. In fact, sweet noodles were also very delicious. Later on, I would always cook by myself, but I could never recreate the taste of the food that you made for me. You said that there are no 'if's in your world. But Arianna, you don't know how cruel that is to me."
I gazed at Irvin, my mind full of old memories. I felt a sudden pang of sorrow. I couldn't deny that I owed him a lot, but there was no way for me to repay him.
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