Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 596

When Westley and Gabrielle arrived at the hospital, Star wasn’t asleep yet. Instead, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling while the nurse read to him.

The book was in Thai, which was the only language Star could understand for now. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The first thing they planned to do once they were all back in Antawood was to teach the child English.

Later, Westley would reinforce his knowledge in Thai. They didn’t want Star to forget his mother tongue, after all.

In the future, their little boy would be able to communicate in two languages. Given his aptitude despite his young age, this should be an easy feat to pull.

“Star, Mom and Dad brought you cakes,” Gabrielle crooned as she walked over to the bed. She held up the two cake boxes she was carrying in either hand. “Can you guess which flavors we got?”

Star instantly grinned, his eyes darting back and forth between the treats presented to him.

The child was injured at his waist, so he couldn’t sit up just yet. They had to raise the bed to prop him up, and Gabrielle set the boxes in front of him, letting the boy inspect the cakes.

Star sniffed carefully before raising his hands in delight. “This one is strawberry, and that one is chocolate!”

Gabrielle blinked, surprised that her child had guessed correctly, and so quickly, too.

“Our honey is so smart. You’re absolutely right. This is strawberry, and this one is chocolate. I wasn’t sure what your favorite was, so I bought two flavors. Which one would you like to eat first, Star?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Strawberry! Mom, do we have a strawberry garden in our house?” Star stared up at them as he calmly shot her the question.

Westley glanced at Gabrielle and hesitated. “Star just asked if we had a strawberry garden at home?”

“Strawberry garden? Do you think Star had one before?” Gabrielle turned to him and frowned. They were clueless about Star’s previous life, so they naturally had no idea what to make of his query. “It’s likely,” Gabrielle said slowly. “People suffering from amnesia tend to forget the events and details that are painful or traumatic. Yet at the same time, they hold on to long-buried, happy memories. It’s possible that Star lived in a place surrounded by a strawberry garden in the past. It must have left quite an impression on him if he’s bringing it up now. He did nothing more than smell the scent of the fruit.”

It was just a guess on her part, but the more she talked, the more convinced she was of the possibility. Westley agreed as well. All things considered, this seemed to be the most reasonable analysis of Star’s situation. Star had probably loved the strawberry garden near his house, so much so that he kept the memory even after all he had been through. Gabrielle turned back to the child and took his hand. “You’re right, we have a garden. But there are no strawberries at this time of the year, because it’s winter. When spring comes, we’ll plant more strawberries, and all the other fruits Star likes. Once they are ripe for harvesting, Star will come and help us pick the strawberries, right?” She smiled at the boy and tried to express the promise through her eyes.

Westley, on the other hand, had to translate everything to Star, so he didn’t have quite the same emotional moment. He couldn’t help but think how tiring and troublesome it was. With his mixed background, Star was supposed to know how to speak English besides his native Thai. If they continued to communicate in this manner, throwing sentences back and forth, it would certainly be exhausting. “Okay!” Star nodded obediently after Westley finished speaking. “All right, let’s have some cake now, Star.”

Gabrielle moved to the side table to slice a piece of cake. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and fed the little boy small bites of the dessert. Every time the spoon lifted from the plate, his eyes would brighten with anticipation. Though he didn’t eat much, Sta r’s high spirits never diminished.

And of course, he quickly fell asleep after eating.

This was probably for the best. They would be leaving the hospital tomorrow morning, and would fly back to Antawood through a private plane. Neither Westley nor Gabrielle could tell if Star would be able to endure several hours of flying.

In truth, the doctor had advised them to keep the child in the hospital for a couple more days for further observation, but Gabrielle didn’t want Star to spend the holiday all by himself. More importantly, they didn’t know when they’d be back in Bangkok again after the holiday.

They hadn’t dared to take him away while he was in a coma, but he was awake now, and so full of life. His injuries were no longer severe, either. There was no need to leave him alone in this place.

The child had no means to navigate his situation aside from bits and pieces of his memory. It broke Gabrielle’s heart just to think about it.

Thankfully, the doctor hadn’t protested when she had insisted on flying Star back to Antawood. They had Remy with them, after all, so there should be no cause for any real worry.

After leaving the hospital, Westley and Gabrielle headed straight to the villa to pack their belongings. They were finally leaving.

Gabrielle had been in Bangkok for more than two months. Frankly, she couldn’t wait to go home.

“I can’t believe we’re really returning to Antawood tomorrow. I can’t wait! I’m shaking with excitement.” Gabrielle took a glance of the outside and questioned Westley.

“I know, I’m excited, too.” Westley smiled at her. “But don’t you feel sad at all?” He watched her carefully, noting the slight changes on her expression. She was visibly elated, but her eyes looked a little somber.

She must be torn between warring emotions right now. Westley understood perfectly. Gabrielle had been through hell and back these last two months, and her experiences probably surpassed everything else she had been through in the past twenty years. He would be more worried if she was calm about leaving. “Not at all,” Gabrielle finally said. “I can finally return to Antawood, what’s there to be sad about? We almost died here!” She ended her answer with a sigh.

“Don’t be silly, that’s all behind us now. From now on, we’re going to be just fine.” Westley didn’t care for talk of death, especially coming from Gabrielle. Granted, he hadn’t cared much about life and death in the past. People died sooner or later. There was no point worrying over the inevitable. But now that he had her, any death was the last thing he wanted to discuss. It gave him an ominous feeling, like he might lose her before long. “Well, let’s not talk about that anymore.” Then something occurred to Gabrielle, and she turned to cock her head at Westley. “What do you think about the strawberry garden Star mentioned?”

“I’ll send someone to look into it. We don’t know if he’s talking about his family home, or just somewhere his mother took him to. It won’t be easy verifying it. For all we know, this may be the only memory Star has of his past.” It seemed like he had already thought this through. Gabrielle sighed again, then nodded. If what he said was true, then this little fragment of memory would be incredibly valuable. At the same time, it would only make things more difficult in the future. “If we can’t find the garden, let’s just plant one for Star. The yard in Half Moon Bay is massive, and so is the one in Vineyard Villa. If not, then we can use Grandma’s land in Isido.” Now that they had a plan, Gabrielle was eager to put it into action.

She was determined to bring this garden into life, if only to relieve Star of whatever longing he might be feeling. It might also trigger other memories to surface. “Sure,” Westley nodded approvingly. “Then,

let’s plant it together with Star after the holiday.” “Great! I’m sure Star will be thrilled!” Gabrielle cheered.