Chapter 647: A Little Flustered
After saying all those things, Christian paused for a while. A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips. "No, my mother didn’t love him.
"He and my mother had indeed known each other for many years, even earlier than Winnie Quinn.
"My mother had eyes for Anthony because she felt that he was intelligent and promising, but she was also hoping that Anthony would strike it rich in the future.
"If she had truly loved Anthony, it would be impossible for her to still be willing to be with him after knowing that Anthony had married Winnie.
"It was just that Anthony was going after Winnie’s rich family and my mother was going after Anthony’s money.
"Indeed, Anthony had become rich.
"After he had completely secured MC Enterprise, he became open in his relationship with my mother.
"My mom was right to place her hopes on Anthony, and he had never let her down financially.
"How hilarious, I have a pair of parents, and I am a bastard who can’t seem to see the light.
"Many times, I feel that my parents are scoundrels who deserve a terrible death.
"But then again, who am I to talk?
"I’m a bastard who the Lucas family isn’t willing to accept.
"I know why you like Michael. It’s because he’s righteous and kind. The sun is always shining on him.
"Me? I haven’t seen the light since I was born.
"I want the sun to shine on me as well... to be a kind and righteous person.
"But I don’t have the right to.
"Sometimes, I’d be especially defiant.
"Why was I born like that? why was I a bastard?
"I even thought before, my mother should have strangled me to death the moment I was born.
"With this mindset through the years, you’ll know why I’ve become like this...
"Say, how could a drug lord possibly lead a normal and peaceful life?
"Just when I thought that I could only live in the darkness my whole life, I met you.
"Wendy, you had no idea, but the first time I met you, I actually didn’t think that you were very special.
"Back then, I only wanted to snatch everything from Michael.
"As his wife, you’ve become my target.
"I thought that with my capabilities and charm, you’d slowly fall in love with me.
"But I overestimated myself.
"After exhausting all means, not only did I not make you fall in love with me, but I fell in love with you instead.
"The first time I realized that I was in love with you was on your birthday, when you were in Rheinville City.
"That day, I threw aside all my work and was set on traveling to Rheinsville City to see you, even if it was only to see you from afar.
"I could not accept the truth that I had fallen in love with you, so when you returned from Rheinsville City, I asked Yvonne to destroy your car brake.
"It was a shame that you didn’t die.
"It was also from then on that I realized that I love you. It was just that I was unwilling to admit it.
"Wendy, loving someone is actually pretty painful.
"I really wanted to ask the hypnotist to hypnotize me as well... to make me forget loving you. I want to be that coldhearted Christian again.
"I know that I don’t deserve you.
"You are... you... you are perfect.
"Even if you pointed a gun at me, I realized that I have no way of getting myself to kill you..." Christian reluctantly looked at Wendy’s face. He had said so many things... things that only he could know.
This was the only time that he let his feelings be known.
...
Wendy Stewart gradually woke up as time ticked by.
Seeing that her eyelids moved, Christian Lucas immediately wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up. "Wendy," he called out softly.
Wendy opened her eyes. She was still feeling a little groggy. Christian quickly reached out to help her as she struggled to sit up.
"You finally woke up," Christian said with a smile.
Wendy looked at the man standing before her. He looked foreign yet familiar at the same time. Frowning slightly, she asked, "Who are you?"
"It’s me, Christian. I’m your husband, Christian. Don’t you remember?" Christian replied.
"Christian?" Wendy muttered his name under her breath. A voice rang in her mind. It was hollow and ethereal and kept repeating the same line, "Your husband is Christian Lucas. He’s the person you love the most."
"You really have no memory of me?" The joy on Christian’s face quickly morphed into worry and fear. His acting skills were indeed good.
Wendy continued the conversation, "Did something happen to me?"
"You were abducted by Michael Lucas; do you still remember that? You were already unconscious when I found you. To make you fall in love with him, Michael injected you with a serum that could make you lose part of your memory or even distort your memory."
Christian had long prepared his explanation. "Earlier, the doctor mentioned that you may not be able to remember many events and people after you regain consciousness. You may even forget about me.
"It seems that the effect of the drug has really materialized. But it’s all right, Wendy.
I will get them to formulate an antidote to restore your memory."
Christian sounded genuinely sincere and worried as he said that. His expression was also impeccable. Wendy nodded as she listened to him.
"I seem to remember parts of it, but I only remember the part where I was kidnapped by Michael Lucas. Why can’t I recall anything else at all?" asked Wendy.
Of course, she would not be able to. These memories were forcefully instilled in her by the hypnotist and did not exist at all.
"It’s okay; it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember." Christian stretched out his arms to hug Wendy and sighed, "As long as you and our baby are well, it doesn’t matter if you remember or not."
"Baby?" Upon hearing that, Wendy pushed Christian away and touched her belly. "Is the baby almost four months old?" she asked.
Wendy still has some recollection of her pregnancy. A memory of her going for a birth check emerged in her mind.
"Yes, we are almost four months in," Christian nodded.
Wendy scrutinized Christian’s face again. His face was indeed familiar to her, but she still had many questions. "Why did Michael Lucas kidnap me? Who is he, really?"
"He is a drug lord who is in love with you. He abducted you because he could not have you," Christian lied without blinking.
"Drug lord... " Wendy was not surprised to hear that. Although she could not remember things clearly, she did recall the existence of a certain drug lord.
She blinked in contemplation. Looking at Christian, she frowned slightly and asked again, "Are you really my husband?"
Christian nodded, "Of course, how can this be feigned? It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember now; you will definitely regain your memory over time. As long as both you and our baby are fine, nothing else matters."
Wendy looked at him with wary in her eyes and nodded after some hesitation.
...
Christian Lucas could tell that Wendy Stewart was still somewhat skeptical.
He sighed and hesitated. Finally, he took off his shirt as if he had come to this decision after much contemplation. Wendy shut her eyes.
"I didn’t want to tell you this because I think these are just my responsibilities as a husband," said Christian.
Wendy slowed opened her eyes upon hearing what Christian said. The wound on his midriff came into sight. "How did you get that injury?" she immediately asked with her eyes widened.
On top of the fresh wound on his abdomen, there were many old scars on his body.
Wendy had mixed feelings about what she saw.
"I was injured by Michael Lucas when I was rescuing you." Christian looked into Wendy’s eyes and continued, "As your husband, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe."
An image came up in Wendy’s mind. On a certain street, a man had shielded her with his body and taken a bullet for her. The face in her memory overlapped with Christian’s.
Wendy reached out her trembling hand to gently brush the wound on his chest, "I’m sorry I was the one who caused you this."
"What are you saying? We are one; there’s no saying who is at fault between us.
Besides, I had sworn that I would protect you and our child for the rest of my life," Christian’s tone was very sincere.
"Does it still hurt?" asked Wendy.
Christian smiled and shook his head, "No, it doesn’t. With your care, it doesn’t hurt at all."
Wendy bit her lip, and another picture appeared in her mind. The man in her memory was holding a gun and shot himself in the leg.
His face looked very much like that of Christian’s but was not the same.
Wendy frowned again. After some hesitation, she decided to pose the question, "Did you injure your leg as well?"
Hearing this, Christian could guess what she had recalled. He got dressed and blinked. "I do have some old wounds on my legs, but they are almost healed by now.
It’s not a problem."
Wendy paused for a moment before asking, "Can I look?"
Christian knew that with her astuteness, she would sense something if he did not agree to show her. So, he removed his pants.
There were many scars on Christian’s legs, but Wendy did not spot any gunshot wounds.
"How did you get so many injuries?" she asked.
"It’s all Michael Lucas," Christian continued fabricating lies. "He is a massive drug lord with vicious and ruthless ways. There was a period when I was careless and held captive by him. He had ordered his men to beat me up back then."
"Michael Lucas," Wendy had heard this name several times.
Seeing Wendy lowered her head in contemplation, Christian sighed and said, "Let’s not talk about this for now. You will regain your memory sooner or later, and I will get someone to formulate an antidote for the time being.
"Are you hungry? Let’s head down for dinner. Dinner is ready in the kitchen; it’s all the dishes you like to eat."
Wendy thought that something was amiss, but there was nothing questionable about Christian’s explanation. She was indeed feeling hungry, so she nodded in agreement.
Christian immediately brought Wendy a coat and put it on for her. Then, he bent over, picked up her shoes, and helped Wendy put them on.
Seeing that Christian was so considerate and gentle, the doubts Wendy had dissipated a little. However, she could not help but feel a little flustered.
