"A painting? Painting?"
Alice Robinson glanced at Rebecca Quentin but didn’t continue speaking.
Rebecca Quentin had no interest in prying into others’ private matters, so she didn’t ask further.
Alice Robinson suddenly asked, "Miss Quentin, did Chester Robinson ever tell you about his childhood?"
"Please don’t call ’Miss Quentin,’ just call ’Becca’..."
"Alright, Becca."
Rebecca Quentin smiled and replied, "Doctor Robinson never told . If it weren’t for his confrontation with Howard Geoffrey, I wouldn’t have known he had so many secrets hidden."
"Do you know that Chester Robinson loves you?"
Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her head, "His affection, perhaps it’s because he wanted to win against Howard Geoffrey!"
Alice Robinson chuckled and shook her head, "No, he loves you, very much so."
"It’s aningless to discuss this now. I just hope he wakes up soon... no matter what, I hope he can continue being ’Doctor Robinson.’"
"Becca, do you know that Chester Robinson actually has a habit of keeping a diary?"
"Huh?"
"After Chester’s accident, the police searched his residence and then handed so of his personal items to . I found he had a diary..."
"Oh."
Alice Robinson turned her face and looked deeply at Rebecca Quentin, "I originally didn’t plan to give his diary to you, but I think you should really get to know him... because you’ve always been the only female protagonist in his life."
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: bad.
Why can’t I still find you, where exactly are you?"
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: rainy, mood: bad.
I mistook Alice Robinson for you again... in this life, will I find you?
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: rainy, mood: bad.
No matter where you are, I will find you!!
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: improving.
Is that her? Is it Becca? That smile... so much like what you used to paint as a child.
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: good.
Becca... do you still rember ?
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: cloudy, mood: bad.
That damn Howard Geoffrey, Becca is mine, I will definitely take her back from you!!
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: extrely bad.
Becca rejected my confession!
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: bad.
I mistook Alice Robinson for you again, Becca, when will I ever have you?
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: bad.
You trust so much, I could easily do as Keith Antony said and make you mine, but I can’t bear to... I always can’t bear to hurt you.
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: bad.
Why, knowing you’re having surgery for another man, can I still not be that cruel?
On a certain day, month X, year X, weather: sunny, mood: bad.
Do you really love Howard Geoffrey that much? I must let you see him et a crushing defeat.
Chester Robinson’s way of writing in his diary was simple, usually just a sentence, yet it accurately revealed his mood of the day.
Rebecca Quentin noticed that every mood recorded in Chester Robinson’s diary was bad, except for two days that were good.
She never thought that her acquaintance with Chester Robinson actually traced back to childhood.
Following the diary’s mories, those long-buried mories from her mind gradually surfaced...
"Big brother, why don’t you like to speak?"
"Big brother, can I draw you a smiling face?"
"Big brother, you don’t have friends, I’ll be your friend, and we can play together in the future."
"Big brother..."
Fragnts of mories played like a slideshow in Rebecca Quentin’s mind, and her eyes gradually moistened.
It turned out Chester Robinson was the "big brother" who was never happy in her deep mories. Actually, she had thought of the "big brother" before, but she never expected that she would et this "big brother" again when they grew up...
"Honey..."
Howard Geoffrey’s voice ca through.
Unknowingly, Rebecca Quentin had spent an entire afternoon with the diary in her hands, and before she could put it away in the drawer, Howard Geoffrey had already walked in with Andrew.
"Why are you curled up alone in the room? Our son said he hasn’t seen you all afternoon."
"Uh, I..."
In that instant, Howard Geoffrey had already keenly noticed the diary on the table.
Rebecca Quentin took a calm breath, then picked up the diary next to her and truthfully told Howard Geoffrey, "Alice Robinson gave this to ; it’s Chester’s diary."
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