Chapter 12
Caroline set down her knife and fork, picked up her phone, typed a few words on the screen, and handed it to Alexander.
[Why do you keep staring at me?]
Alexander was watching her intently, finding her increasingly
similar to Caroline, and blurted out: “You look a lot like
someone I once knew.”
Caroline thought to herself: “Someone he once knew?”
Too lazy to type on the keyboard, Caroline borrowed paper and pen from the waiter and wrote: [Who?]
Alexander clenched his hands and smiled bitterly: “My wife.”
Perhaps because the person before him resembled Caroline so much, Alexander completely let down his guard.
He told this stranger across from him all the pain he had kept buried in his heart this Christmas.
Alexander continued: “I loved my wife deeply, but because of malicious words from outsiders, I made the wrong judgment. In the end, my wife died in a fire.
“Ever since then, I dream every night. In my dreams, I can
always grab her hand in the flames. But every time we’re about to escape, she breaks free from my grip and rushes back into the fire. And ever since her ashes were scattered by her rival, I haven’t dreamed of her again.
“This Christmas, I’ve been to many churches to pray, but every priest tells me she doesn’t want to see me.”
The emotions he had suppressed for so many Christmases finally collapsed at this moment. The usually fierce man actually covered his face and cried in front of this strange woman.
If Caroline were just an ordinary person, she would definitely be moved by Alexander’s love story, and might even hand tissues to this remorseful, weeping man.
Unfortunately, she was the female protagonist in Alexander’s
story.
She even knew that Alexander had concealed many details in his words, but she didn’t want to expose him.
The Caroline who once loved him enough to risk her life had already died in that fire.
The current Caroline could be anyone, but she would never have any relationship with Alexander again.
Caroline’s silence made Alexander realize he had lost his
composure.
He quickly wiped away his tears and regained his composure.
Finally, Alexander apologized to Caroline and politely offered to escort her back to her hotel.
Just then, an accident happened.
A runaway car suddenly charged toward them, its blinding headlights illuminating Caroline’s pale face.
“Watch out!” a male voice shouted.
Caroline, frozen in place, was instantly pushed aside by a force, and her face mask fell off.
But she couldn’t care about that now. She quickly turned back to look, only to see Alexander being thrown by the impact.
The scene immediately erupted into chaos.
The screams of passersby, police sirens, and ambulance sirens mixed together, assaulting Alexander’s ears.
But he couldn’t care about anything else, staring at Caroline’s revealed face before him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He said in shock: “Caroline?”
Caroline’s hand tightly.
Regarding Caroline’s resurrection from the dead, he had too many questions.
But all he could do now was hold onto Caroline and not let her
Alexander was terrified this was a dream, afraid that when he woke up, she would disappear again.
But no matter how strong Alexander’s willpower was, he couldn’t withstand the unconsciousness brought on by excessive blood loss.
Before Alexander entered the operating room, the doctor only touched him lightly, and Alexander’s hand naturally loosened.
Caroline rubbed her reddened wrist while watching the operating room door close in front of her.
She turned to leave.
After all, her identity had been exposed in front of Alexander. If she stayed any longer, she would become entangled with him in many ways.
