Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 292 Who lived in her memory? He didn't know that he would hear this kind of news when he cto the ward door of Sonia at this time. When he heard Quincy's words, his heartbeat almost stopped and his breathing accelerated. His whole body was numb.

Turning around, he walked alone in the corridor. Later, his steps got bigger and bigger. When he arrived at the elevator entrance of the hospital, Carney just cout of the elevator and ran into Dixon outside the elevator. Carney took two steps back. "Sorry, Mr. Borris. We have found a way to relieve Miss Donald's memory pressure..." Dixon paused. His eyes were reddish. He turned to Carney and said, "Givethe document." "Don't... don't you go to the ward to see her?" Didn't he want to cto see Sonia when he was in such a hurry to finish the meeting and get off work? Why does he go back as soon as he goes up now? Dixon didn't speak. Carney followed him into the elevator. He was confused, but he didn't ask Dixon. He could know everything through Dixon's expression. He was control his emotions and stands it reluctantly, because he can not tell his feelings to her.

Quincy is somewhat confused.

He kept opening his mouth.

Sonia solemnly apologized to Quincy, and then said innocently, "Because I don't remember you either, I can't afford your confession." This reason is quite good and omnipotent. She can cover it all with this reason! She could pass the buck easily! Quincy grabbed Sonia's hand. There were pinholes on the back of her hand, so the man lightened his strength. He pointed to himself. "Look at me." Sonia nodded.

Quincy swallowed saliva. "Am I handsome?" Sonia looks frank. "Very handsome." "..." Quincy don't understand, he is rich, handsand considerate. Why was he rejected by her? The man's remaining self-esteem is shivering. "Are you joking with me?" Sonia smiled beautifully. "I think you are joking with me." Crash, Quincy's remaining self-esteem also shattered.

He wanted to chase Sonia so seriously, but she thought he was joking! Quincy looked at her seriously. "I'm not joking, Sonia..." Sonia lowered her eyelids. She took her hand out of Quincy's hand, and whispered, "Sorry, I don't have the memory of the past, so it's not worth for master Sue to amuseagain and again. In fact, it's good to wait forto recover slowly." "No!" Quincy was anxious. How can he allow Sonia to remember him? If she remembered the bad things he had done before, all his efforts now would be wasted! "It doesn't matter if you don't remember." Quincy was anxious. "You just lost my memory. You are still a complete person. You don't have to force yourself to recall the past." "Really?" Sonia murmured and looked out of the window blankly. "But I think I have forgotten something very important. I must remember it..." She must remember the person who once lived in her memory, shouting in a vague and faint voice in the dark: "Sonia, wake up, I will compensate you for everything...

Who is vainly trying to drag her out of the abyss over and over again... Sonia can't remember. She shook her head and pressed her temple. "I can't promise anyone irresponsibly before I remember my past." She smiled. She was still cold Sonia of that year, with her own unshakable bottom line and reason. Quincy knew her strength. He stared at her face for a long time, smiled bitterly and sighed. "Okay." Dixon cto the hospital again on this night. When he pushed the door and went in, he thought Sonia was asleep, but he didn't expect her to be wakeful. She was standing on the edge of the kitchen utensils under the window. She looked back when she heard the movement, and she saw his bloodshot eyes. At that moment, Dixon had the illusion that Sonia was still his wife who cooked for him.

She was a little flustered and smiled. "Hello, I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I wanted to cook night snack..." She said in an alienated way. Dixon felt that he would rather go back to the twhen Sonia gnashed her teeth and called him Dixon with hate than meet her now when she simply and clearly summed up all their relationships with the word "Hello".

Dixon stood outside the door, with delicate eyes and indifferent voice. Looking at the panic appearance of Sonia, he just said faintly, "Hmm." It seems that he doesn't hate her.

Sonia relaxed a little and smiled. "Please sit down. Thank you for coming to seelate at night, Victor went htonight, so I am alone. I am a little bored." Since Sonia woke up, Dixon has never spent the night in the hospital.

The accompanying bed where he once slept was tidied up neatly. There was no trace at al. He was also silent and kept his mouth shut, never mentioning the day when he couldn't sleep at night and watched her wake up. Dixon sat down and looked at the computer at the desk next to Sonia. "Are you and Victor learning coding?" Sonia said while frying eggs, "Yes, we are interested in it recently." Dixon stared at her thin back. "How is the injury on your back?" Sonia turned back and showed a strange look. She finally showed an alienated and polite smile. "Much better. My wound was stitched. The wound healed recently. It's a little itchy."

"Don't scratch it, otherwise it will be infected." Dixon pinched his eyebrows and watched Sonia cook in this large VIP ward. The smokeless ppt made a sizzling sound, and the oil was heat up. Sonia's cooking skill was not good, but her level of fried eggs was quite high. She fried the eggs and cit out. Her posture was as skilled as having cooked countless times. Sonia asked herself, has she ever ... fried eggs for someone?

Later, when she brought the egg to the Dixon, the man stared at the half-cooked egg on the plate. The hand with knife and fork suddenly lost its strength. The knife and fork fell to the ground with a thud. Even if she forgot everything, even if she lost her memory, shabits are still rooted in the depths of her brain. When she fried eggs, she naturally cooked half-cooked egg. Dixon felt that his throat is blocked with a mass of cotton. There are countless emotions clamoring, but they are sealed in his body. When Sonia saw Dixon staring at eggs, she suddenly felt embarrassed. "Sorry, I forgot to ask your taste. I don't know why I habitually cook a half-cooked egg. If you don't like it..." "Never mind." The man's voice was hoarse. He picked up the knife and fork from the ground and washed them again. He went to the small table and sat down. Then he said to Sonia in a trembling voice, "Thank you..." Memories are gradually coming up in his mind. He has no other ways but face it. Everything he lost at the beginning is sweeping back in front of him now.