Chapter 244

Sophia stood in place, her gaze deep as she watched my figure slowly fade into the distance. She admitted it—she did care about me. If she didn't, she wouldn't have stayed in the psychiatric hospital with me for so long, nor would she have rushed over to ask me what medicine I was taking the moment she saw me. She was conflicted. She wanted to trap me in a small space, yet she was afraid that in doing so, I would lose the vitality I once had. She wanted me to love her the way I did before, but it seemed no matter what she did, she couldn't go back. She had once dismissed my love, so why did she desperately want it now? That night, Sophia sat on the couch in the living room, deep in thought, trying to figure out how to earn my love again. When morning came, Gerard walked into the living room and saw her, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, still sitting on the couch. After a brief hesitation, he approached her and asked with concern, "Ms. Holmes, did you not sleep last night