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Chapter 189 You Must Remember Me
Late at night, bright moonlight fell on Passerine Island as mighty waves crashed over the stones on the
beach, making them shimmer even brighter.
A young man strolled on the edge of the beach barefooted with a torchlight in hand.
Sweeping the torchlight across the many stones, he scrutinized them without bypassing a single one.
The waves that rolled up submerged his feet every so often.
Countless stones were cast into various, bizarre shapes after the waves washed through them.
Yet, there wasn’t any in the shape he was looking for.
Bending over, he searched with the torchlight for three whole hours non-stop. The chilly wind battered
him, ruffling the hem of his shirt. Soon, he brought his hand to his lips and coughed violently.
Ringo quietly stepped out from within the darkness and grabbed Jefferson’s hand. “Sir! Go back, and I’ll
look for the item you want to find.”
“No, I must find it myself.” Shaking his hand off, Jefferson continued searching.
Ringo followed behind him, his brows knitting together in utter worry. “Your body won’t be able to take it,
Sir. Why would you look for something so unrealistic? Ms. Garland isn’t worthy of you.”
Pivoting, Jefferson slapped him hard across the face, emanating hostility all over.
“I don’t need you to comment on that! So what if it’s merely a legend and unrealistic? I’ll definitely find a
heart-shaped stone and prove that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell her that I love her as I hold her
hand, then marry her without having to fear anyone or anything anymore!”
“Sir—”
“Buzz off!”
Ignoring him, Jefferson carried on searching for the stone.
Meanwhile, Ringo heaved a sigh and silently stepped aside.
At half past five in the morning, when the first rays of light peeked out from the horizon, Jefferson finally
glimpsed a flash of pink amidst the many stones after searching for seven hours on the beach.
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Carefully picking the stone up, he held it up to the light.
The light pink stone was in the shape of a heart, transparent and pure yet pink like a human heart that
carried love and passion for its lover.
A smile bloomed on his face.
I’ve finally found the heart-shaped stone that witnesses eternal love!
After Rayna had washed up and stepped out of the bathroom, she was greeted by the sight of Jefferson
brewing coffee at the counter in a white shirt and black suit pants. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses
perched on the bridge of his nose, rendering him gentle and elegant.
Yawning, she drawled lazily, “You woke up so early?”
“Yeah.”
Although Jefferson hadn’t slept for the entire night, it didn’t affect him in the least, and he was still as
energetic as ever. Besides, a faint smile curved his lips because he had found the item he wanted.
Not only could he brew coffee, but he could also do latte art, his hands making him no different than a
magician. In no time, he handed a cup of coffee with the drawing of a camellia to Rayna.
With just a single sip, Rayna started praising it to the skies.
Noticing that the man seemed to be in a great mood, she propped her hands below her chin and queried
curiously, “Why are you so happy?”
“Because we’re going to a place I like today,” Jefferson answered.
A place he likes?
Subsequently, the car left the city and entered the suburbs. Shortly after, they arrived at a quaint manor.
Swinging open the car door, Rayna alighted from the vehicle. As she cast her gaze into the distance,
pure white camellias stretched as far as she could see, their fragrance intoxicating. Surprise inundated
her. “How could there be camellias during this season?”
What’s more, they’re even white in color!
“As long as someone takes care of them and is willing to spend time to do so, they can bloom even
during the winter,” Jefferson replied with a smile.
Taking her hand, he walked toward the camellia flower garden. Rayna struggled briefly but gave up when
she couldn’t break free from his hold.
Never mind. Today is the last day, and I can leave once the clock strikes midnight.
“Why do you like camellias so much, Jefferson?” she couldn’t help asking. Other than the day he gifted
me a green rose at Cocculus Avenue back then, I’ve never seen him with any other flowers.
“Because my mother loved it.”
Sensing the stiffening of the hand in his grasp, Jefferson turned and flashed her a smile. “I don’t think I
ever told you about my mother when we were together, right?”
At that, Rayna nodded.
Indeed, he’d never told me anything. I only know that he’s of mixed blood, and his mother is Chanaean.
In a gentle voice, Jefferson murmured, “My mother was a gentle and kind woman, but I don’t remember
her countenance anymore. I only have the eighteen letters she left me, and I open one on my birthday
each year. Her writing and tender words make me feel as though she’s still by my side. She told me to be
strong and never give up regardless of the blows I encounter, for life never goes the way we wish. That
aside, she said the love of roses is too intense that the other person can’t withstand it. Conversely,
camellia represents reserved love. She hoped that loving someone can be of pure affection without any
ulterior motive or predation.”
From everything he said, Rayna could imagine that his mother was probably an incredibly gentle, strong,
and intelligent woman.
Hence, she ventured, “Will she come back?”
“She’s dead.”
Stunned, Rayna whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. She died before I was even a month old. When I miss her, I take the letters
out and read them.” Jefferson caressed her hair, finding it so soft and silky that it was addictive.
Regretfully, Rayna furtively took two steps back.
Staring at his palm suspended in mid-air, Jefferson was disappointed for a few seconds. Then, he urged,
“Walk with me.”
“Sure.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe two of them strolled in the flower garden side by side.
Rayna learned from Jefferson that he came to Hallsbay once a few months ago. He took a fancy to the
manor, so he bought it and hired some help and gardeners to take care of it.
As his mother was from Chanaea, he wanted to transport her ashes back so that she could return to her
homeland. But his father wanted to be buried with his mother after he died, so the man forbade him from
doing so.
Later on, they went into the house.
The furnishings in the house were simple and cozy, giving off a sense of home.
“I want to live here with the person I like, cooking and basking in the sun together. When it rains, I’ll run
out with her to dance in the rain, seeing her enjoy herself like a kid and relying on me alone,” Jefferson
commented.
At the thought of the blood of the Terblanc family flowing through his veins, Rayna pursed her ruby lips
tightly.
With him having been born into a prestigious family as such, especially when he’s in the line of
succession, there are many things he’s obliged to do. That said, his life isn’t his to decide either. He likes
a simple and leisurely life, yet destiny has determined that he’d never obtain it.
“Come with me.”
Jefferson dragged her to the courtyard. As the sunlight shone on them, it was warm and toasty.
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sunlight, his voice unbelievably gentle. “Every
time I stand under the sun and feel the blazing heat, I find this world incredible with sunshine and
someone I love.”
“Are you okay, Jefferson?” Rayna frowned.
He spoke a lot today, and some of his words sounded strange and inexplicable. I can’t shake off the
feeling that something is amiss. Is it because today is the last day?
Without warning, Jefferson whirled around and reached out, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her
tightly, as though mustering every bit of strength in his being.
Rayna was confined tightly in his embrace to the point that she almost couldn’t breathe.
“Isabelle, regardless of whether the memories I give you are painful or wonderful, I hope you’ll remember
them. You must remember me. Please,” Jefferson murmured into her ear.
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