Love Finally Finds its Way - Chapter 4

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. I caught a glimpse of Asher’s face through the glass. I closed my eyes, thinking he’d promised my parents so he’d come to check if I was dead anyway.

The police have arrested all those criminals. They told me that if I hadn’t arrived in time, Sia might have been taken to the red–light district.

I knew in my heart that Sia hadn’t been saved in her previous life. By the time Asher arrived with help, she had already been beaten within an inch of her life.

After that, she suffered severe physical and mental trauma, and seeing my wedding to Asher drove her to suicide in despair.

In the thirty years of our marriage in my previous life, Asher repeatedly suspected I was involved in what happened that rainy night, and in my anger, I would confess to a crime I didn’t commit, further poisoning our relationship.

Fortunately, I saved her in this life, which I consider paying off my debt from the last.

I woke up to find Asher holding my IV bag. When I was a child, I complained about the coldness of the IV fluid during my first drip. Ever since, he’s warmed the bag with his hands every time.

Our eyes met, but he avoided my gaze. “I’m planning to move the wedding to the Maldives…” His voice was low.

I was stunned. “You already know?”

“Yes, Sia told me everything.”

Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from my assistant: [Young Miss, Miss Sia has agreed to be the bride.]

I sighed, “As long as you’re happy.”

He looked at me, a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but he quickly regained his usual cold demeanor. “I’m sorry for what I did to you.”

“You don’t need to apologize; it was my choice,” I said.

The phone rang again. The caller ID read [Sia].

“Okay, I’ll be right there. Don’t be afraid.” Asher quickly hung up and tucked the blanket around me. “See you at the wedding.”

I nodded. “Don’t worry, even if I can’t be there, a gift will be sent.”

He turned back at the door and frowned. “Don’t joke about that.”

I smiled, saying nothing. He paused, then quickly turned and left.

Just then, my tutor, Professor Carter, sent a message: [The flight’s tonight. Are you feeling alright? Should I reschedule it for you?]

I replied: [No need, Professor Carter. I’m on my way to you now.]

The wedding day arrived quickly. Asher stood holding a rose, quietly waiting for the bride to emerge from the dressing room. He had never liked the idea of this wedding, but at this moment he felt a flicker of anticipation.

He wasn’t sure when his resistance to the wedding had begur to fade. Perhaps it was after Sia was rescued and confessed during her statement that those events had nothing to do with me.

I replied: [No need, Professor Carter. I’m on my way to you now.]

The wedding day arrived quickly. Asher stood holding a rose, quietly waiting for the bride to emerge from the dressing room.

He had never liked the idea of this wedding, but at this moment, he felt a flicker of anticipation. He wasn’t sure when his resistance to the wedding had begun to fade.

Perhaps it was after Sia was rescued and confessed during her statement that those events had nothing to do with me.

The thought of pushing me, injured, into the rain, consumed as he was with Sia and oblivious to my injury, kept him awake at night.

Seeing me unconscious, he was terrified I would never wake up. It was then that he vowed to care for me for the rest of my life, not out of love, but out of guilt.

The dressing room door opened, and Asher clenched the rose in his hand. Seeing a glimpse of the wedding dress, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Asher.” Sia’s shy smile appeared before him.

Asher’s breath caught: “How come it’s you?”

“Asher,” Sia stepped forward shyly, taking his arm, “Do you like this surprise?”

“Young Master Knight!” The assistant ran over, beaming. “Miss Lincoln’s gift has arrived!”

He turned his head sharply. A row of Rolls–Royces were parked along the street, their doors open, and countless roses spilled out.

“Miss Lincoln personally prepared all of this! And there’s a greeting card, too!”

Asher lowered his head and saw the delicate handwriting on the greeting card. His heart jolted: [9999 roses, wishing Asher and his beloved a long and lasting relationship.]

He crumpled the greeting card in his hand, startling his assistant: “Young Master?” Asher’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse: “Where is she?”