Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
He took the shirt that Rosalyn had taken out of the wardrobe and put it back, then picked her up in a princess carry.
“Let’s go to sleep first. We can talk about the check-up tomorrow.”
Rosalyn wanted to persuade him, but he silenced her with a dominant and possessive kiss.
He held her and kissed her all the way from the changing If it weren’t for the fact that he was afraid she would be too tired, he probably would have done it again….
Fortunately, this kiss ultimately ended after a taste.
That night, Andrew held Rosalyn and had the most peaceful sleep he had had in years…
The next day, Rosalyn sent a message to Edith, saying that she would go to see her later and took Andrew directly to the Evans’ hospital.
She forced him to have a brain scan and anxiously waited for the doctor to finish the examination and confirm that the tumor had not recurred before she could finally relax. When hearing Rosalyn repeatedly asking the doctor about precautions, Andrew couldn’t help but smirk. At the sight, Andrey shook his head helplessly. Mr. Evans clearly wanted his wife’s concern, but always pretended not to need it. How childish.
After leaving the hospital, Rosalyn finally collapsed onto the car seat, exhausted. From yesterday morning until last night, Andrew had been making out with her non-stop, and now her legs were weak. If she wasn’t worried about Andrew’ illness recurring, she would probably be lying in bed, not wanting to move at all.
Seeing Rosalyn’s tired look, Andrew felt guilty and sorry for her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and let her lie on his lap. “Let’s go there tomorrow. Today, let’s go back home and rest.”
Rosalyn nestled her head in his arms and rubbed against him like a little kitten. “Your sister must be busy too. Don’t waste her time.”
Since they had made plans, they should stick to them. Andrew cursed himself for his asshole behavior yesterday, then patted her back with his hand. “It will take us some time to get to her apartment. You should take a nap.”
“Okay…” Rosalyn nodded and snuggled closer to him.
“Honey, sing me a lullaby…” she said.
“…I can’t.” Andrew, who wasn’t much of a talker, didn’t know how to sing a song.
Rosalyn opened her sleepy eyes and glanced at him. “I thought you could do everything…”
Andrew felt a sense of deja vu but couldn’t remember it. He took out his phone and downloaded a music app.
With one hand holding Rosalyn and the other scrolling through recommended playlists, he asked, “What do you want to listen. to?”
“As long as you sing it, I want to hear it,” she replied.
After a few seconds of silence, Andrew casually played a song.
Luckily, he had an exceptional memory and could remember the melody after hearing it once. Before clearing his throat, he hesitated and looked at the person in his arms. “Are you sure?”
Rosalyn nodded, knowing that she had put him through a lot yesterday, so now it was her turn. Andrew sighed. With a mix of helplessness and indulgence, he reluctantly began to sing. Within five seconds of him starting to sing, Andrey raised the partition in the car.
“Mr. Evans, I never thought your singing would be worse than mine,” Rosalyn said, barely able to control her laughter as she leaned on his shoulder.
Andrew, seeing Rosalyn’s smile, ignored Andrey’s rudeness and glanced at the dashboard. “You go,” he said.
Andrey, for some reason unknown to anyone, whether it was because he heard that Mr. Evans’ brain tumor hadn’t recurred or he was just in a good mood, suddenly started singing. He had always been serious, so this was quite unexpected.
Hearing his hoarse voice, Rosalyn couldn’t help but burst into laughter again. Even Andrew, who was usually cold and expressionless, couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Andrey was just trying to make them happy, so he didn’t really sing seriously. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were all doing well, and that was the best thing.
Andrey drove and quickly brought the two of them to Edith’s apartment. After they went up, Eva helped make coffee and brought some snacks.
Edith, on the other hand, spoke to Rosalyn to find out about Ryan started to analyze rationally.
“Rosalyn, people with depression are afraid of being alone. What they need most is companionship. Since Ryan’s depression originated from you, the best way to help him is to be there for him, to encourage him. But if he doesn’t allow you to be there, it means he hasn’t let go of you. If you were there, he would definitely hold on to you as a lifeline and climb. out of the abyss. But his love for you would only deepen. If you weren’t there, he would be trapped in the past and unable to escape. It’s a dilemma.”
“However, by considering him as a brother, you can cut off his thoughts. The only way for him to come out of it is to let go of you, just like how I forced myself not to love Anthony in order to completely overcome my depression.”
They both suffered from illnesses caused by love. Only by letting go the beloved ones from heart could they overcome it. Otherwise, they would be trapped inside forever, unable to escape. The ultimate outcome might be suicide, as there seemed to be no other way. This kind of illness could manipulate a person’s mind and body, making it difficult to treat.
Rosalyn naturally knew this, which is why she wanted to use companionship to reduce Ryan’s sense of loneliness and help. him come out of it. Edith was right; the ultimate solution was for him to let go of the past from the bottom of his heart.
“But how do we do that?” Rosalyn asked.
Edith propped up her chin, thinking for a while, then looked at Rosalyn again. “We need to shift his focus.””
“Huh?”
“He’s getting treatment for his leg, right? Let him concentrate all his attention on his leg. If he doesn’t have time to dwell on the past, his days won’t be so agonizing.”
“But treating his leg requires surgery, involves risks, and will take a lot of time for recovery. Won’t that intensify his symptoms even more?” Eva, who was sitting beside them, expressed her concern.After a moment of contemplation, Edith picked up her purse and took out a rehabilitation therapist qualification certificate, placing it on the glass table.
“I like to take certification exams in my free time, and I’ve also done volunteer work in rehabilitation activities. I understand the psychology of disabled people very well. By staying by his side and providing psychological support, I can encourage him to keep going. It’s the most suitable thing to do.” “Wouldn’t that take up too much of your time?”
“I have relatively flexible time, and coincidentally, my recently designed crafts are being exhibited in the capital.”
Edith was decisive and immediately stood up with her bag.
“Let’s go. Take me to see him first.”
Rosalyn wanted to say something, but Edith interrupted her.
“This is just my suggestion. Whether he agrees or not is another matter. Don’t burden yourself with expectations for now.”
Rosalyn was just afrai Han Niazi Sher Sy Panga herself, but this was just a preliminary analysis and proposal. Whether it would ultimately work out depended on Ryan’s cooperation. Sitting here and talking about it was just a pointless plan. It would be better to go and see Ryan’s situation first.
After Edith said this, Rosalyn didn’t ask any more questions and followed her to stand up, glancing at the man sitting beside her, propping his chin with one hand. “Honey, are you coming with us?”
Andrew raised an indifferent eyebrow and shrugged slightly.
“No, I won’t go.”
He had already said that he wouldn’t mind how she took care of Ryan. Since he had decided to give her a great sense of trust, he should trust her completely.
“I’ll be home in two hours.”
Rosalyn raised her wristwatch and shook it at him.
She broke her promise yesterday, but she definitely wouldn’t today.
Andrew, with an indulgent smile in his eyes, nodded lightly.
After the four of them reached the ground floor, Eva, who was about to get in the car, was stopped by Andrew.
“Eva, can you do me a favor?”
