Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Uncle…” Halston repeated the word slowly, somewhat feeling like he wanted to punch someone out of anger as he spoke.
Hah, even a lunatic like Jovan gets to have kids?!!’
“Okay, okay, don’t be too envious. Once your eyes are healed, you’ll just need to focus on spending the rest of your life with Seraphina Murphy. I believe you should have kids within a year or so,” Flossie rationally advised Halston, bearing the heartache all on her own.
‘Once his eyes get better, he will return to his position, once again becoming that almighty figure that he used to be. And who else would be his best support but the Murphys?
‘He will marry Seraphina and have his own kids, all while reaching the peak of his career. As he enjoys life to the fullest, I will leave his life for good and write my own story someplace else.’
‘Then we’ll finally be able to get out of each other’s hair, never crossing paths ever again. This is the best ending that I can ever hope for.’
“That’s right, Seraphina and I are rather in love. I’m sure our children will be perfect as well,” Halston replied proudly, following her blessings.
Flossie fell silent. Enduring the pain, she could only bite down on her lip and lower her head. ‘I’m not sad… what’s there to be sad about? This is what I’ve wanted from the start!’
Suddenly, the two stopped talking to each other, turning the atmosphere rather awkward.
Flossie’s mouth remained shut, thinking. ‘Fine then, don’t say anything. It’s not like we’re going to give in any time sooner. If there’s nothing good to say, we might as well just shut up. We won’t be able to hurt each other then.”
“Hey, those apricots look ripe! Let me go get some.” The woman looked for an excuse to escape the awkwardness and ran toward the middle of the garden.
The vast sanatorium garden was exquisitely littered with various flora and fauna. A while ago, the mangoes had ripened, and the apricots were now starting to yellow as well.
The apricots looked rather juicy, and they were about the size of an egg. As hundreds hung from the tree branches, there were just so many that it almost seemed impossible to harvest them all in one day.
Flossie used a branch to stick her hair into a bun, then rolled her sleeves up before getting to ‘work.’
A few minutes later, her pockets were filled with several apricots. Under the shades of trees, Flossie’s lovely face was painted in a soft layer of red, making her look exceedingly adorable at that moment.
She chose the largest one she could find and wiped it on the edge of her shirt. Excited, she bit down on the fruit…
“Holy sh*t, this is way too sour! It’s like my teeth are going to fall out!” The woman’s expression twisted deeply.
She took a glance at her pockets full of apricots. Her frown was soon replaced with a sly smile.
Hehe, I can’t possibly enjoy such ‘great stuff’ alone! Sharing is caring. After all, Halston should totally get a taste of it!’ she thought.
“Halston!” Flossie jogged over to the dashing man, who was still enjoying the sun under the pavilion. She chirped gleefully and said, “I picked a lot of apricots. Would you like some?”
Hearing the woman’s cheery voice, he couldn’t help but feel reassured. His heart grew warm, just as the gentle sunlight, as he asked softly, “Are they sweet?”
“Of course! Tastes just like first love!” Flossie exclaimed, choosing another big one and cleaning it with her shirt again. She handed it to the man enthusiastically. “Take a bite!”
At the same time, she took out her phone and turned on the camera, hoping to capture the man’s expression while smoldering from the taste.
In actuality, she had been saving quite a lot of photos and videos that could potentially destroy Halston’s image. As if she were dying from a terminal illness, she knew she had not much time left with him.
Hence, she instinctively recorded every moment with the man, hoping to reminisce about these memories in the future.
In some way, her relationship with Halston was somewhat similar to ’cancer,’ as it was practically irreparable. If they were destined to never work out, she wished to create as many good memories as possible. She might have to rely on these fond memories to live on, after all.
“Thank you.” Halston took the apricot and bit down elegantly, chewing slowly.
“How is it?” Flossie’s eyes widened from excitement, and her hands started to feel numb from holding her phone up. She couldn’t wait to see Halston’s strong reaction.
“Pretty good.” Halston nodded as if he was enjoying it, calmly taking another bite.
“Pretty good?” Flossie narrowed her eyes in confusion.
‘Could it be that his fruit was exceptionally sweet? Just how lucky is this man?’
“Want some?” Halston then handed the rest of the apricot to Flossie.
“Mmh!”
Before she could refuse, he shoved the apricot right into her mouth… Yet another wave of sourness burst through her taste buds.
“Hey, Halston! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” The woman huffed as she covered her mouth.
“Didn’t you say it was as sweet as first love?” Halston’s usual cold expression was finally replaced with a soft smile. “I genuinely wanted you to have a taste of first love.”
“You’re so annoying. You know I hate sour stuff the most, yet you still prank me like this!” Flossie found him ridiculous and couldn’t help the urge to punch the man playfully.
‘This guy… is exactly like how he was before! He’s such a sadist!’
‘What is this called again? Like lifting a giant rock and accidentally crushing my own feet?’
Just then, despite not using a lot of strength, Halston instantly fell to the ground as soon as she delivered her punch.
“Huh?” Flossie was dumbfounded as she stared at the fallen man. Her first assumption was that the man was still messing with her.
“Hey, you’re being so dramatic. Are you really that fragile? You fainted from such a light punch? Come on, get up…
people are going to laugh at you.”
However, no matter how much she spoke, the man lay still as if he had… died.
“Hey, Halston. Stop messing around, don’t scare me!” Flossie felt that something was rather off. Her slender face instantly turned pale as she checked the man’s breathing.
‘It’s a good thing that he was still breathing… albeit weakly.’
This indicated that the man wasn’t pranking her this time. He was truly feeling quite weak.
“Someone, please help!” she shouted in panic.
Soon, the sanatorium staff rushed over, taking Halston into the infirmary.
Flossie, on the other hand, followed closely behind. She was out of breath, her mind completely drawing blanks as she didn’t know what to do.
Having just recovered not long ago, Flossie was in rather bad shape as well. She didn’t understand how Halston, who had been making great progress a while ago, would have fallen so ill in just the span of three days.
“Peggy, what’s happening? Wasn’t Halston close to recovering? Why…” Flossie grabbed hold of a nurse who had been taking care of Halston’s basic necessities and asked desperately.
“Well…” Peggy seemed rather uneasy, avoiding the woman’s gaze.
Margaret had specifically requested her to not tell Flossie that they were out of the “special ingredient.’ Thus, she didn’t dare to say anything, either.
“Don’t be afraid, just tell me everything! I have your back! If this worsens Halston’s condition, the only thing you’ll face is harsher consequences!” Flossie warned her coldly after noticing Peggy’s hesitation.
“Uhm, Miss Ellsworth, if you just have to know, I’ll tell you. The special ingredient for Mr. Guajardo’s medicine had long run out while you were unconscious.”
“Margaret didn’t continue collecting your blood since she didn’t want you to suffer any further. So… that’s why Mr.
Guajardo’s condition deteriorated.” Peggy then shook her head.” But these really are just our assumptions. It might not exactly be the actual reason. So please don’t take it to heart. r?