Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

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Chapter 1322

“Right isn’t it?” Emily retorted

Seeing them about to get into another argument Comelia quickly intervened, “Let’s go, breakfast time.”

After breakfast Comelia started the prayer ritual as arranged by the Duran family.

Before Grandpa Augustine had told her this time’s ritual would be less tedious than before. Cornelia thought it

wouldn’t be so tiring. But she didn’t realize, even with fewer steps, the ritual was still quite a hassie. She was busy

all day long, and by the afternoon, she was pooped, especially her swollen feet.

Yet the commony was far from over. According to the Duran tradition, Comelia couldn’t go home tonight. She had

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to stay in the house where the ceremony was held, supposedly to listen to the wisdom of the ancestors

Even though no one usually lived here, someone was always taking care of the place year–round. Each room was

kept tidy and clean.

Grandpa Augustine’s room was in the east courtyard. He had always hoped his wife and children would come back,

so their rooms were kept as they were, including the rooms of his grandchildren. So, Comelia’s room was all ready

The place was great with servants around. Cornelia didn’t believe in ghosts, so even if everyone else went home

and she was the only one here, she wouldn’t be scared.

But she was genuinely tired now, especially with her swollen feet. Not wanting to worry Grandpa Augustine, she

didn’t tell him about her feet. She just asked the doctor for some swelling relief.

Before going to bed Comelia took the ointment to apply it, but with her huge belly, she had a hard time bending

over. So, she sat on the bed, slowly applying the ointment. After applying it, Cornelia half–laid on the bed picked up

a storybook, and started to tell a story quietly.

Someone had told her prenatal education was important, so Comelia took it very seriously. Before bed each night,

she would tell the baby a story and play some music. She played all kinds of music, letting the baby choose which

one it liked.

Even though the baby was still in her belly and couldn’t talk, Cornelia could feel that it was especially happy

whenever she played classical music. Maybe, that was what they called a mother–child spiritual

connection

Comelia opened the book, “Sweetie, today I’m going to tell you a story about a great hero, listen carefully. Do you

know what a hero is? Many people think heroes are those with talent, courage, and a willingness to help others.

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Some people also think heroes are our firefighters, soldiers who protect us, and so on. Of course, they’re all great

heroes. Without their contributions, we couldn’t have our current peaceful and happy lives. But in my eyes, besides

them, every kind person in the world is also a hero. Sweetie, you’re my hero. When I was at my lowest, you came

into my life, accompanying me through those tough times. Do you know how much I love you? I love you, really, a

lot.”

Comelia’s voice was soft, like a warm current in the night, capable of soothing the world’s restlessness.

Perhaps because of the day’s fatigue, or maybe the room was just too cozy, as she talked, she slowly leaned

against the head of the bed and drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she seemed to smell a familiar scent. She felt someone gently laying her flat on the bed, then holding

her feet and gently massaging them.