His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1533: The Late Confession, I Love You Too_1

Chapter 1533: Chapter 1533: The Late Confession, I Love You Too_1

Chapter 1533

Everyone silently left the hospital ward, leaving the two of them alone.

Robert Foster kept his eyes on the doorway, revealing a faint, weak smile akin to a clear sky after the clouds disperse when he saw her petite figure slowly entering.

He slowly extended his hand, wishing to touch her.

The girl crouched at the head of the bed, refusing to reach out her hand; as tears fell like rain, she dared not look at him.

"I’m glad you’re back, no matter how badly I’m hurt," he said.

The girl before him was silent, biting her lower lip as she shook her head, the tears slowly dropping onto the back of his hand.

"I’m...I’m sorry..." she choked, her emotions spiraling out of control.

Robert Foster was not the shy boy from years ago; he held her hand openly and gently asked, "I want to hold you, but I can’t really move; could you hold me instead?"

Unable to suppress her emotions any longer, Wanda Wesley burst into tears, clutching his hand tightly.

She was terrified that he would die, absolutely terrified.

She hated herself, despised herself more, and couldn’t forgive herself.

Suddenly, a faint humming sound entered her ears.

The man hummed a fresh and soothing melody, as warm as spring sunshine melting the ice, slowly seeping into her heart.

She slowly lifted her head to look at him.

He wiped away the tears from her eyes.

He softly said, "During the two years you were gone, I wrote twenty-three songs for you. I’ll hum each one for you. "

His smile was brilliant and beautiful, instantly reminding her of the boy from their past.

That boy, as bright and upright as sunshine, so pure and clean.

The boy she had carefully cherished for a long, long time.

She nodded.

His demeanor relaxed again as he said, "Do you remember what day it was on the evening of June 8, 2021, at 9:34 p.m.?"

"I do," she choked out, her voice faltering, "That was the day I confessed my feelings to you, using up all the courage that I had."

He gently said, "That was the happiest night of my past eighteen years, Wandy, I love you too."

This formal reply had taken over a thousand days and nights before he could finally tell her in person.

Wanda Wesley was stunned for a long time; she laughed while crying, cry-laughing.

Robert Foster wiped away her tears, smiling, "Silly girl, stop crying, kiss me. I’ve had enough of third-wheeling. From now on, we need to pay them back double."

She was successfully coaxed into a laugh.

...

That night, having regained her composure, Wanda Wesley’s first order of business was to share her experiences from the past two years.

Without going into too much detail, she summarised her experiences after being captured during her mission.

"After I was taken away, Unique tried to save me, but there were too many traps; Unique fell into one of them, ran out of battery, and was left behind."

"Later, I was bewitched and controlled by them, becoming an experimental subject. My daily task was to test drugs, but the drugs had no effects on me, so they changed their tactics and used me to capture other escaping experiment subjects."

"At that time, I was thoroughly controlled by them, only occasionally regaining consciousness for brief moments."

She paused, then continued, "Later, during one of my lucid periods, I snuck into their laboratory intending to steal their research. Unexpectedly, I overheard their plans."

"Unfortunately, they discovered me. Even after putting up a good fight, I was subdued and brainwashed through hypnosis, remaining under their control."

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(Goodnight.)

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