Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Anderson squinted his eyes. The last time he discussed this issue with his parents, it was highly likely that Westbrook was suffering from psychological selective amnesia.

Putting down the book in his hand, Westbrook noticed Anderson and stood up, walking towards him.

“I saw you in the hospital before, Anderson,” Westbrook remarked after appraising him. His gaze was clear and his tone much more polite than before.

Anderson nodded. “Hmm, you seem to have fully recovered.”

Pointing to his head, Westbrook said, “The wound is still healing, but the stitches haven’t been removed yet. It’s just covered by my hair, so you can’t see it.”

Kiki leaned in, “We just got back to school. It was so boring staying at home these days. Luckily, my mom was always with me. In my memory, the time she spent with me from childhood till now doesn’t even add up to this one incident.”

Kiki spoke with a smile on her lips, looking grateful. After the last ordeal, her mother no longer demanded strictness from her, giving her a love she had never experienced before, soothing the traumas from her captivity.

Westbrook, being particularly nice to Kiki, said, “I’ve brought you a little snack, it’s in your desk. Remember to eat if you’re hungry. You should eat less breakfast at home from now on. We have delicious food, with dozens of varieties made by our chef every morning. Not like your house, where you have milk bread sandwiches every day.”

“Okay, my mom likes a simple life. I’ve actually gotten tired of it. Thanks.” Kiki accepted graciously, having gone through hardship with Westbrook, and now that his personality had changed, she didn’t dislike him as much. She accepted his kindness willingly.

Turning to Anderson, Westbrook said, “Although I don’t remember you, I’ve heard a lot about you from many people, including my brother, sister-in-law, and other classmates. They all say you’re talented. Can I be friends with you?”

Anderson was taken aback. He never thought a day would come where Westbrook would want to be friends with him. They had almost been unable to coexist in the same classroom before.

Without answering, Anderson remained silent. Westbrook became anxious and said, pleadingly, “I’ll bring you snacks every day too, okay?”

Shaking his head, Anderson replied, “I don’t need them.”

Feeling awkward, Westbrook hesitated, “I heard from other classmates that our relationship wasn’t good in the past. If I did anything wrong before, please forgive me. I’m sorry. I promise to get along well with everyone, including you.”

Anderson was surprised. It seemed that Westbrook not only had amnesia, but had also forgotten his own character. He had changed completely.

Without closing the conversation, Anderson said, “I like peace and quiet. I won’t bother you, so please don’t bother me.”

Returning to his seat, Anderson ignored the others and took out his miniature computer to fiddle with.

Pulling Westbrook’s sleeve, Kiki said, “He’s just like that. Not hitting you is already polite.”

Acknowledging her, Westbrook went back to his seat excitedly and continued reading his book.

Kiki sat between them, looking around happily, in a good mood.

Fiddling with his miniature computer, Joe discreetly glanced at Cloud out of the corner of his eye, feeling a hint of suspicion. The doctors diagnosed Westbrook’s amnesia as a psychological selective amnesia. However, such people usually shield painful memories they wish to forget out of fear. He knew Westbrook had witnessed a bloody scene with the Saunders family, where his mother was killed by his father, who then went on to be kidnapped, abused, and beaten. His background was the subject of criticism. For Westbrook, forgetting the past was undoubtedly the best outcome.

It occurred to Anderson that maybe the Saunders family had concealed Westbrook’s background, having dismissed all those who knew about it and hiring new people. Now, Westbrook was just a happy little prince of the Saunders family.

Yet, Anderson felt things might not be as they seemed.

If someone had selective amnesia, their character wouldn’t change so drastically.

The current Westbrook actively approaching him, even trying to please him, felt strange. The good relationship between the Saunders and Warner families, with Westbrook maintaining it knowingly, hinted at concealment. If Westbrook hadn’t lost his memories or had regained them after a brief period of amnesia, choosing to hide, change completely, and disguise himself just to stay in the Saunders family, was entirely possible.

Contemplating this, Anderson looked up to see Westbrook smiling at him.

Anderson quickly looked away. Whether Westbrook’s amnesia was real or fake, what did it matter to him? Forgetting the past was beneficial. Remembering past mistakes and learning to restrain oneself was not a bad thing.

In any case, the atmosphere in the classroom was improving, which was a good thing. If fate was giving Westbrook a second chance to start over, maybe Anderson could accept this former “bully.”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

As everyone played and chattered, Anderson immersed himself in his computer, seemingly untouched by the noise around him.

After a while, the classroom suddenly fell silent with the sound of footsteps.

Anderson looked up from his computer, realizing that the teacher had brought Alisha into the room, causing the sudden hush.

Indeed, Mr. Middleton was leading Alisha into the room.

The classroom was eerily quiet, and everyone was stunned, forgetting to whisper as all eyes focused on Alisha.

She was simply too beautiful and adorable! With outstanding looks, a beautiful dress, and a refined appearance like a doll.

Mr. Middleton placed Alisha in front of everyone and introduced her, “Children, this is our new classmate, and she is Anderson’s sister.”

Bending down, Mr. Middleton encouraged Alisha, “Come on, introduce yourself to everyone.”

At first, Alisha was shy and timid, biting her lip and not saying anything. She even subconsciously hid behind Mr. Middleton.

Raising his right hand in a fist-pump gesture, Anderson encouraged Alisha.

Seeing her brother’s encouraging expression from the back of the classroom, Alisha finally spoke, “Hi everyone, I’m Alisha.”