Love Comes After Hate

Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Probe

I didn’t know whether it was fatigue or hunger. When I lay on the hood, the past flashed through my mind like fragments of old

black–and–white films.

The beloved of father and mother, the outstanding person with excellent studies, the strong woman in car eer, the lucky person with happy love and marriage…….

These labels that others put on me had been torn off today, revealing the most real core

I’m just a helpless and embarrassed woman. I’m a drowning dog whoever can step on. How can I expect the rescue of strangers.

I burst into tears, my body seemed to be hollowed out by something, and I collapsed uncontrollably to th e ground.

Maybe it’s the feeling of dying. Recall the past quickly in mind. As if I don’t have time to say goodbye to a nyone, I have to close

my eyes unwillingly.

When the last trace of consciousness remaining, it seemed that someone patted me on the face and asked me my name. I wanted

to respond, but I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even open my eyes.

Later, it seemed that I was picked up by someone. I tried to open my eyes, but I passed out. When I woke up again, it was already

bright. The sun shone on the spacious room through the French window, and I could see the lush trees t hrough the window.

I whispered in my heart that I was saved!

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Thinking of my daughter, I immediately wanted to get out of bed. I didn’t see that I was in infusion until th ere was a stabbing

pain on the back of my hand. The original dirty and worn clothes were replaced by beige cotton pajamas, and my hair was smooth

and soft.

It’s not like a hospital here. Who gave me a bath and changed my clothes?

Thinking of this, the door was opened. I was alert. A middle–age aunt came in: “Wake up?”

Friendly, I relaxed a little: “Well, did you save me?”

“It’s not me, it’s president Aaron,” she smiled gently. “He came back last night to celebrate his mother’s bi rthday. He brought you

back when you were unconscious on the way. The family doctor said you were febrile syncope. I took a b ath for you to cool down

physically before infusion. Is there anything else uncomfortable now?”

“Much better,” I said, smiling at her. “Thank you, aunt.”

“You’re welcome. I’m a nanny working here. Just let me know if you need help.”

“Where are my clothes? I have something urgent. I’ll come to thank you and President Aaron another day .”

“Where do you live?”

“They city center.”

“But this is the suburb. How can you go back? President Aaron will go to downtown in the afternoon. Let h

The nanny then went to prepare breakfast for me, and I haven’t recovered for a long time.

Wait, President Aaron, who saved me, is the one who helped me at Blake and Wendy’s wedding?

While eating the millet porridge brought by the nanny, someone knocked at the door and looked up to see the lacrimal nevus in

the corner of his right eye. A feeling of heartbeat condensation ran through my whole body until I was cho

1 put down the bowl and coughed for a long time. As soon as I recovered, I heard him ask, “What’s your n

“Sa…” I cleared my throat, “Sasha.”

After a short silence, he asked, “Have we met before?”

I don’t know if he was testing, or if he really only had a little impression of me, so I said, “I also think you lo

way, I attended a wedding yesterday. Are you a guest?”