Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 111: Remember Again

Chapter 111: Remember Again

Ellen couldn’t stop the grin from stretching across her face as she walked beside Mason. She stole a glance at him, the corners of her mouth lifting even higher. Mason had actually agreed to go on a date with her. Well, he didn’t call it a date, but she knew better.

As they strolled down the street, Ellen felt like she was floating on air. Mason, on the other hand, walked with his usual calm demeanor, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. His posture was casual, but Ellen didn’t miss the way his brow furrowed slightly every time she smiled to herself. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

"For the thousandth time, Ellen," Mason grumbled, his voice deep and firm, "this is not a date. It’s just a casual hangout."

Ellen bit her lip to keep from laughing, shaking her head at his stubbornness. "Sure, Mason. Whatever you say."

Mason shot her a sideways look, clearly unconvinced, but said nothing more. To Ellen, it didn’t matter what he called it—they were spending time together, and that was all that counted. She was determined to make this day memorable, even if she had to drag Mason along with her enthusiasm.

She had insisted they leave his fancy car at home. Mason had raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, but eventually gave in. So here they were, walking toward the bus stop like any ordinary couple. For the first time, Ellen saw Mason dressed casually—just a simple white t-shirt paired with jeans and a jacket. He looked completely different from the polished, composed man she was used to seeing. More relaxed, more... real.

She smiled to herself again, and Mason caught it.

"What?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced down at her.

Ellen shook her head, the smile still on her face. "Nothing."

Mason huffed in response, clearly not convinced, but let it go. They reached the bus stop, and Ellen scanned the road to see if the bus was coming. While they waited, she couldn’t help but sneak another look at Mason. The casual outfit suited him in ways she hadn’t expected. His usually sharp, intimidating presence seemed softer, more approachable.

Mason, sensing her gaze again, let out a small sigh. "Why are we even waiting for a bus? We could’ve just taken the car and saved time."

Ellen grinned, already knowing that question was coming. She turned to face him, excitement bubbling up inside her as she prepared her answer. "That’s the point, Mason. Waiting for the bus is part of the experience. You need to learn how to enjoy the little things. Not everything is about convenience."

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her like she’d just said something completely ridiculous. "Enjoy standing around doing nothing?"

Ellen giggled, shaking her head. "It’s not about standing around doing nothing. It’s about taking things slow, being in the moment. Look," she said, gesturing to the bustling street around them, "we wouldn’t see all of this if we were in a car. We’d just be zooming past it all. This way, we actually get to be part of it."

Mason’s eyes followed her hand as she pointed to the various people hurrying by, the honking of cars in the background, the life of the city flowing around them. He didn’t look entirely convinced, but Ellen could tell he was at least trying to see things from her perspective.

Mason glanced at Ellen, his arms still crossed, looking at her with mild skepticism but an open mind. "I guess you might be right," he said with a sigh, his voice softening. His gaze flicked back to the street before turning to Ellen again. "So... where are you taking me, exactly?"

Ellen smiled, the glimmer of excitement still bright in her eyes. "That’s a secret," she teased, nudging him gently. "But trust me, you’ll like it."

Mason raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he studied her. For a moment, his eyes narrowed, but then he just shrugged, his lips twitching upward slightly. "If you say so."

Before Ellen could respond, the familiar sound of an approaching bus reached her ears. She turned, seeing the large vehicle rumbling down the road toward them. She could barely contain her excitement as she watched it pull up to the curb. Mason stood beside her, still calm and composed, his arms still folded as they waited. The other people at the stop moved forward, ready to board. Ellen glanced at them, then at Mason, feeling a small flicker of anticipation.

As the doors of the bus slid open with a hiss, the crowd slowly moved forward, climbing the steps one by one. Ellen took a deep breath, her smile still in place as she followed the flow of people. Mason was right behind her, towering over most of the others. His presence was a quiet reassurance.

But the moment Ellen stepped inside the bus, the world seemed to shift.

The interior of the bus suddenly felt confining. The talking, the engine noise, and the scent of worn-out seats—it all became too much, too fast. Her heartbeat quickened, pounding louder in her ears. Her feet felt heavy, as though they were rooted to the bus floor. The same floor that reminded her of something else, something she had tried hard to forget.

The bus crash.

The memory hit her like a ton of bricks. Her breath caught in her throat, and suddenly, she wasn’t in this city anymore. She was back there, in her world, sitting in a bus seat on that terrible day—the day everything had gone wrong. The sounds of metal crunching, glass shattering, and people screaming echoed in her head, growing louder with every passing second.

Her chest tightened. The walls of the bus seemed to close in, the air feeling too thick to breathe. She swallowed hard, her hands gripping the back of a seat in front of her as she struggled to steady herself.

Ellen’s mind raced, trying to convince herself that she was safe, that this was just a regular bus ride. But the suffocating wave of anxiety wouldn’t let her go. Every sound felt like a trigger, pulling her deeper into the memories of the accident that had changed her life.

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