Seeing that Madeline had gradually calmed down, Eugene untied her wrists.
Madeline looked at the tattooed camellias on Eugene’s shoulder and ran her fingertips over them. The body heat he emanated made her want to retract her hand. “When did you get this done?” asked Madeline.
Eugene held her hand and replied, “The day I reached adulthood. You seem to have forgotten some things, but you don’t have to force yourself to recall them. All you need to know is that I am your chosen husband, and we are destined to be together, Eugene rubbed her hand and added. They are different. They are only your brothers, while I am your future husband”
Madeline had the feeling that she was being taken in again. But she had recalled that particular memory, which made it seem strange. Why don’t I remember! I only remembered once I saw the tattoo. It triggered the memory of that time, mused Madeline, frowning. I remember living in an orphanage since I was a child. However, I can’t recall much. The only thing I remember is the hard life we lived and how we relied on each other.”
Suddenly, Eugene lifted Madeline’s chin and bent down to kiss her on her soft lips. He held her waist with one hand and slowly pulled her into his
alms.
As if she had been electrocuted, Madeline pushed Eugene away and slapped him in the face. A red mark appeared on Eugene’s cheek. Madeline wiped her wet lips, thinking. This kiss is different from the previous fleeting brush of lips during the filming
Eugene felt that for a brief taste of Madeline’s lip, getting slapped was comparatively trivial. He picked up his clothes and put them on slowly, scoffing. “Are you still unable to accept it? You chose me, and our marriage agreement is still valid. I won’t give you a chance to go back on your
words.”
Madeline’s checks flushed with anger as she secihed, “Nonsense. Even if I promised something like that, I’m pretty sure it should be considered childish babbling. Besides, Ms. Doyle was only joking And you know what, I don’t even remember who Ms. Doyle is
I’m clearly an orphan, so why am I weirdly remembering her? Who the hell is this Ms. Doyler Madeline wondered before adding helplessly. Besides, who would consent to a marriage agreement just because of some childhood promises?”
Eugene’s eyes were innocent as he looked at her scarlet lips and smiled. “Well, our situation is like that, no? When I was eighteen and Ms. Doyle told me about my marriage agreement with you, I was ecstatic. It was just that getting this tattooed hurt like hell!”
Eugene’s hand brushed across his exposed chest, drawing attention to the vibrant camellias under his fingers as he sighed. “This was our agreement, so you need to take responsibility for your words. His smiling eyes seemed as gentle as a spring breeze, but if one looked closely, one could see the dangerous glint in them.
Madeline felt her retorts stuck in her throat after hearing Eugene’s words. She even wondered in bafflement if she had schizophrenia.
After the movies, Madeline, who was unwilling to spend any more time with Eugene, went home in awkwardness. Fortunately, Eugene only sent her to the door before driving away.
Madeline lay in bed at night, thinking about camellias, tossing and turning unable to sleep. When she woke up the next day and saw the two dark circles under her eyes, she sighed helplessly.
The winter air was getting colder by the day, but surprisingly, there were indeed clusters of camellias blooming in the backyard.
Madeline went to the backyard and frowned when she saw those camellias. There were red and white camellias, as well as light pink ones, making the whole backyard look dreamy. The housekeeper who was trimming the flower branches smiled. “Ms. Larson, do want me to cut and put the camellias in your cooms?
Madeline waved her hand. “No, just leave them”
Seeing M
Madeline come in, Sarah, who was preparing breakfast, informed. “Ms. Larson, it’s cold outside and may snow tonight”
“Is Caleb still busy till now!” probed Madeline.
Sarah nodded. “That’s right. By the way, Mr. Simmons has already asked someone to send over some winter clothes for you
Right on cue, the people from the clothing store arrived. Madeline quickly ate before going and picking out her clothes.
At noon, Madeline had finished her work and was lounging on the couch watching TV when Caleb returned. He took off his coat and sat down on the couch with Madeline.
She poured him coffee while a thousand and one thoughts ran through her mind. “Caleb, I have something to ask you blunted Madele
“What is it?” asked Caleb, pursing his lips and looking at her.
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Looking at him, Madeline hesitated again before saying, “Warm yourself up first”
Tm fine replied Caleb as he took a sip of his coffee and put down the cup. “It wasn’t cold in the company or the car. Plus, I only got slightly cold from the short distance to the house, he explained before changing the subject. “You have been spending a lot of time with Eugene these days. Is he not here today?” questioned Caleb,
“I wanted to talk about him.” Madeline sighed, “Did Eugene and I have a marriage agreement when I was a child?”
A trace of doubt flashed in Caleb’s eyes before he calmed down again
Phantom Organization selected their members from different orphanages. Only those who were trained from childhood could be truly trustworthy. Therefore, the orphanage used to preside over everything to ensure total control. It was the same even now, even though they were old and retired. However, Caleb wasn’t too clear about the past. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t know,” he answered finally
Madeline pouted and moaned. “So, it’s possible? Didn’t the orphanage use to be ruthlessly focused on the selection? Why would they fix a marriage agreement for me? Why can’t I remember anything about the past?”
Caleb smiled and rubbed her head. “Maddie, we’ve been through a lot of things before. Sometimes it’s normal that we can’t remember things clearly. You don’t have to be sad about it. I’m sure it’s nothing important anyway?
Madeline stared at Caleb and grumbled, “I have a marriage agreement with Eugene. What do you mean it’s not important?”
Caleb didn’t think it was important, so he consoled gently, “Who cares about that in this day and age? Plus, where is the agreement? Where’s the proof? Maybe it’s just a verbal engagement, which is not even worth mentioning
Madeline didn’t expect Caleb to come up
up with such a clear solution for her problem.
“That’s right. There’s no proof. Maybe my memories are fuzzy on that, too, beamed Madeline. She didn’t remember anything about her childhood. Everything before she turned eight was hazy and surreal, almost as if she had no memories before that. “Caleb, do you remember Ms. Rebecca Doyle, the preschool director?”
Caleb stared at her intently and answered, “Yeah. She was a kind person” He tapped Madeline’s nose and joked, “Ms. Doyle was the preschool’s first director. You have a good memory. Even I forgot about her.”
