He Clings to Me Every Night

Valerie Howard quickly went to answer it, where she was met by a hotel staff member holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hello, I’m looking for Mrs. Olivia Marshall, she needs to personally sign for this.”

Valerie turned back and looked at Olivia.

Olivia Jenkins had heard and put down her notebook, walked up to the door, and signed for the roses held by the hotel staff member.

Even without reading the message on the card, Olivia had guessed that the bouquet was from Daniel Marshall.

She closed the door and handed the flowers to Valerie immediately. “Help me take care of this, or you can take it home if you like.”

After a moment of hesitation, Valerie took the card from the center of the bouquet and read it.

[Wife, I’m sorry! I know I was wrong, and I promise I’ll change! Signed —— Daniel]

Having placed the bouquet on the table on the other side of the room, Valerie sat beside Olivia and muttered, “Olivia, you should read the card yourself.”

Olivia cast a brief, indifferent look at the card and returned to preparing for the meeting, “Throw the card away, and don’t let others see the signature.”

“Yes!”

Checking her watch, Olivia noted the time and the complete attendance of the team, and she started presiding over the preparatory meeting for the shooting.

At this moment, Olivia was calm and composed, showing no signs of being affected by the bouquet and card—her approach to her work was irresistible.

…..

Despite knowing she was unwelcome, Bella Thompson had made a pot of caterpillar fungus chicken soup and taken Matthew Marshall to visit their grandfather in the hospital.

Upon entering the ward, Bella had a light smile on her face, appearing gentle and understanding.

“Dad, Matthew and I have come to see you.”

The grandfather’s countenance fell upon seeing Bella, growing agitated, “You wicked woman, get out! You must be trying to kill me by poison!”

Bella was a tough cookie, and though her heart might be roiling with mixed feelings, she appeared calm and collected, still wearing her cordial smile and patiently placating their grandfather.

“Dad, I am your daughter-in-law, I have brought something precious for you. You’re the elder I respect most, I won’t harm you, you can drink the chicken soup with ease.”

Speaking thus, Bella served a small bowl of soup and drank some first, as if to show it wasn’t poisoned. She then fixed her piercing gaze upon the old man, waiting for his reaction.

The grandfather shook his head, strongly resisting Bella’s attentiveness. His pitiful gaze turned to Aria Douglas, as if pleading for her help.

Instantly, Aria Douglas interjected, “Madam, let’s set the chicken soup aside for now, we’ll drink it later. Grandfather’s feelings are volatile, please show understanding.”

Bella gave Aria Douglas a look of disdain, “Of course I understand. I just hope my father-in-law will recover soon, I come to see him every day, all in an effort to lend him some slight support.”

Ignoring Aria Douglas’s scrutiny, Bella took out a photo album, opened it, and showed it to their grandfather.

“Dad, this is mom, the woman you loved the most, do you remember her?”

Suddenly, the old man snatched Bella’s album and threw it on the ground, shouting, “Get out, I don’t want to see you, you wicked woman!”

“Dad, how could you throw the album? It’s the most precious memory of you and mom, every photo captures a sweet moment between you two. Take a look, maybe it will slowly bring back some memories.”

Bella picked up the album, lifted the photos inside and explained each one to the grandfather in detail.

All of a sudden, the old man held his head and cried out, “My head…my head hurts…ah…”

Immediately, Aria Douglas pressed the emergency bell and asked Bella to leave the ward.