Chapter 3 Fainting Again
She saw my gaze and trembled with fear.
She said, “I… What are you going to do…”
Rosemarie looked absolutely terrified and she scrambled up and bolted as fast as she could out of the ward. I sighed in relief as I watched Rosemarie scurry away.
Then my shoulders slumped when I realized that Victor was not getting up. He had been conscious for some time, so why didn’t he open his eyes immediately? I was about to turn and look at him when his voice sounded.
“Did she call me husband? She just called me her husband. I’m Anne’s husband. Hahaha, I’m Anne’s freaking husband. We‘ re husband and wife now, may we can-
I fake–coughing to cover my laughter. I couldn’t believe this all–though–looking grown man was actually so childish. I coughed harder as I could barely hold back my laughter at his silliness. And of course, the tone of his mind changed. “What happened to my wife? Is she sick? It’s all because of that damn Rosemarie. My wife has been suffering since she came. I have to check on her. I don’t care what her condition is in this world, I will never let her be harmed.”
My heart ached at his last statement, my eyes began to tear up. That’s when Victor opened his eyes. The moment he saw me crying. I clearly saw the panic in his eyes.
“Anne.” Victor fainted again with a thud.
I rushed to call the doctor. After examining him, the doctor frowned and muttered, “It shouldn’t be, it can’t be. But this happened.”
I was curious and asked him what was wrong.
The doctor looked at me with a deep frown on his forehead. “It looks like he has just suffered a severe electric shock,” he said softly.
My breath caught. His statement strengthened my suspicion. After the doctor left, I looked sadly at Victor. If I guessed it right, Victor was bound by the system.
All his thoughts that I could hear were his interactions with the system. I was sure that Victor’s mission had something to do with Rosemarie, whether he had to be a bootlicker, or conquer her. But his mission had a time limit and it was only seven days away. During that time, he was only allowed to have feelings for Rosemarie. If he developed feelings for anyone else, the system would punish him, electrocuting him, for the instance.
And I might be part of their game.
I thought I knew how to temporarily cheat the system, we wouldn’t need a divorce, I just had to keep rejecting him. I raised my hand to touch Victor’s face. His lips were deathly pale and there was a bead of cold sweat on his forehead, dampening the few hairs at his temples. But that didn’t detract from his good looks and actually added to his splendor. My throat was tight and my heart was heavy.
I took out a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat and held his hand tightly. This was the first time I had linked hands with
him.
His fingers were long and slender, his palm wide and strong. There was a long scar on the back of his hand that stood out clearly. I traced the scar with my fingers lightly. I vividly remembered how he got that scar.
Back then, I was surrounded by some hooligans in junior high school. He rushed over and started fighting them desperately. My heart, just like this scar, forever etched on him. We went to and left from school together from then
- on.
I thought we were fond of each other in silence, because we were always together. We even took the college entrance examination together. But on the day of the first freshman year, he suddenly and publicly confessed his love to Rosemarie grandly.
Rosemarie had a boyfriend at the time and turned him down. But he was strong–headed, not only did he not give up, he turned himself into an ass–kisser.
“Oh my God! Is this really happening? Anne is holding my hand. My wife is holding my hand. “I knew it. She‘ sinto me. She called me her husband, helped me chased that dumb Rosalie away and held my hand today. Blue really brings me luck. From now on, it’s my favorite color. Where’s the butler? I gotta tell him to change my entire wardrobe. I want it all in the Smurf color. Let me be Smurf.”
I let go of his hand and burst out laughing. I had tried very hard to hold back my laughter. I even thought about all the sad things that had happened to him for the last three minute, but his goofiness crash it flat. But I realized then that Victor liked me. He loved me. I couldn’t help myself blush and giggled.
“Did she just giggled? What is it? Did she giggled because of me? She must be giggling at the sight of
face. Well, no one can resist the charm of this dashing face.”
my handsome
He sounded so proud of himself. As I was looking at the corners of his mouth about to bend, I quickly said, “My, my, freshmen these days. How could they be so good–looking?
Sure enough, his straightened out and even had a faint tendency to droop. I was relieved. I’d have to take it
days left, I had to keep his mind clear. He was my husband after, all.
easy