Chapter 195: Is That Funny?
Abigail’s body stiffened as she looked at Owen and lowered her head like some student who was being caught doing something weird. The man knew what she was thinking about like the back of his hand. First, he was a psychiatrist who had been handling her case for a while and knew her well as his patient, second, he also had memories of so many people. How can he not understand that she was trying to save him by jumping off the cliff?!
Owen felt like his heart twisting in his chest as he stared at her. Maybe these emotions were his, maybe not. He didn’t know anymore. But he knew that he didn’t want her to die. If she did.... If she did....
Maybe he would be the one to jump after her.
He took a deep breath and said, "Abigail, if you dare to jump off the cliff, I’ll follow you. Do you understand?"
Abigail was shocked after hearing those words. Her mouth parted and closed as if she wanted to say something, but since her voice was lost, she couldn’t say a single thing. In the end, she only looked at him helplessly as if she had returned to fragile bird who was suffering and flapping her broken wings on a pool of water as if trying her best to fly and get out of there.
Owen sighed and said, "I have too many memories, too many emotions in my head. I can’t tell which one belonged to whom anymore, but.... But their emotions perhaps have become one with me. Do you know what this means, Abigail?" He paused as he bent over, holding the arms of her chair once again. "That means I can’t afford to lose you anymore."
Does that mean Abigail can lose him, especially after knowing they were all but one person?! Abigail wanted to speak her heart out at the moment, but she couldn’t. Now, even her hands had stopped moving because of too much force that she had exerted. She didn’t want to move anywhere as she sat there helplessly.
Owen’s eyes softened for a moment as he grabbed the back of her chair and dragged her away from the door. He took her inside a spare bedroom with a bed over which fresh blankets were placed. He stopped the chair beside the bed and carried Abigail in his arms.
The woman’s eyes widened as she snuggled in his arms. This was the first time she had come so close to someone else, but Owen was also Nicholas! Thus, she swallowed the traces of nervousness down her stomach as she pursed her lips sniffing his enchanting scent as if filling the man’s scent into her entire being.
Now that she thought about it, they all smelled the same, didn’t they?
Abigail’s happiness though didn’t last long. She was placed on the soft mattress as a quilt was covered over her body, tucking her inside. The man’s hand moved a strand of her hair behind her ears as she looked up at him innocently.
Owen coughed as multiple images from Nicholas’s memories flashed in his eyes once again. He averted his eyes and took his hand back as if scalded and said hurriedly, "I’ll go clean the room."
Then he rushed away as if he were fleeing for his life.
Abigail found his action a little adorable. The corners of her lips ticked up. If she were normal and could speak, she would have teased him to death.
But right now, in such a helpless situation, she could only stare at his fleeing back with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Ah, how good it was when she could walk and speak. She frowned and looked at her own body.
She had merely created a character out just so that she could vent her emotions, especially the ones she had carried on after learning about her emotions for her own doctor. Since she couldn’t have him, she could at least vent in her novel, right?
But who would have thought her own created character would come and bite her own ass?!
She sighed and closed her eyes. Since she had nothing to do, she might as well fall asleep for a while. In any case, her body had already exhausted all the energy after she tried to get away from this house herself.
***
Days passed away smoothly after another. These days, even though Owen was reluctant, he still managed to somehow give the woman a bath and cater to her daily physical needs. Of course, things were indeed awkward since he couldn’t really see her naked form without blushing, but then again it wasn’t like he had much of a choice anymore.
He had jumped down this train without thinking twice. Thus, he gritted his teeth and took her to the bath, scrubbing her clean as if he were venting his frustrated sexual emotions on the soap in his hands. Even Abigail could tell that he was frustrated as a trace of amusement flashed in her eyes, which was caught by Owen as he was cleaning her body.
He threw the soap in the bathing tub and glared at her, crossing his arms over his chest. He was wearing a white shirt that turned almost transparent as he was sprinkled with traces of soap and water throughout the process.
Gosh, this was the first time he had been trying to bathe someone like this. He had thought originally that the first person he would ever bathe would probably be his child, but now....
He sighed and said, "Is this funny to you?"
Abigail also didn’t feel shameless as she nodded and parted her lips as if saying something, but then she remembered she couldn’t speak at all. Thus, she sighed, shut her mouth, and smiled awkwardly at the man.
Owen’s eyes softened upon seeing her reaction as he sighed and said, "Well, let’s continue...." Then he remembered he threw the soap in the bathtub, the tub where Abigail was lying naked.
At this moment, her naked body was covered with water and foam, and thus, he couldn’t see what was lying beneath. But since he had already thrown the soap inside...
He groaned and finally gritted his teeth, putting his hand inside to grope for the soap. But as he groped around, he finally touched something strange....
His eyes widened as he pulled his hands back as if he touched fire. His entire face turned red as he stammered and said, "Well, that’s it for today...."
