Cicely had loved Field from the bottom of her heart for 12 years and always wanted to be the one he loved. However, instead of his love, she received the news of melanoma metastasis. Until she died, she finally understood that he did not love her. "Field, stay with me for three months. I'll give you what you want in three months." "No way! In that case, let's get a divorce!" "In your dreams!" Three months later, when he met her again, she was on the verge of death. "Cicely, I misunderstood you. Can I use the rest of my life to atone for my sins?" "It's too late, Field. In this life, you're no longer qualified to love me." A few years later. When she saw him again, he pressed her against the corridor and kissed her forcefully. "Mr. Keith, that's enough. I gave my heart to you back then, but you didn't want it. Now you're shameless enough to pursue me?" "As long as we can remarry, what does face matter?" Field asked.
"Miss. Cicely, your malignant melanoma has metastasized to the lung."
Sitting in the car, the doctor's words rang in her mind.
No wonder she had been coughing a lot recently.
The doctor told her that she would have symptoms of coughing up blood and fever in the following days. If she was treated, she would be safe for three months.
She didn't expect that a small mole on her chest could kill her.
But three months was too short. She hadn't made Field fall in love with her yet, but this might be good news for him.
After she died, he could spend the rest of his life with the person he liked.
"Ha!" Cicely smiled helplessly. In the end, she dialed Field's number.
She dialed again, but it still didn't pick up. Just when she thought it was going to hang up automatically again, it finally picked up.
"Speak." Field's bone-chilling voice rang out.
Cicely held her phone tightly. "Field, can you come back tonight?"
"You want it?" Field's voice was full of sarcasm.
Cicely was speechless. Apart from coming back twice a month to fulfill his duties as a husband, he would not come back for the rest of the time.
"No, I have something very important to tell you. I..."
Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable in her throat and couldn't help coughing.
On the other end of the line, Field was a little annoyed. "I'm very busy. I don't have time to be unreasonable with you!"
His voice was resolute and indifferent.
Beep beep...
The call ended.
Cicely was stunned for a few seconds, and her throat itched. She couldn't help coughing. "Ahem... Ahem."
The driver in the front heard her cough and comforted her softly, "Miss, you're sick. You must take good care of yourself. Your family will definitely feel distressed when they see you like this."
Family?
Her parents had both passed away in a car accident two years ago. Her only family member was her husband, Field Keith, but he only regarded her as an enemy.
"Thank you." Cicely squeezed a smile at the driver.
Then, she didn't give up and sent a message to Field. "I'll make dinner and wait for you to come back."
At 3 p.m.
Cicely prepared a lot of dishes. She cut them into pieces and stir-fried them. It was very lively.
The food was put into the pot, and the fragrance filled the air.
"Ahem... Ahem!" Cicely coughed. When her hand touched the edge of the pot, red blisters immediately appeared on her fingers. She didn't care about it and continued to work. There were a lot of scars on her hands, big and small. They were no longer as slender as they used to be, because she wanted to cook for Field. However, he had never eaten the food she cooked, and he didn't even look at them.
But even so, she still cooked for him, thinking that it was worth it for him to take a bite.
At six o'clock in the evening.
By the time the meal was ready, Field had yet to return.
She was worried that something would happen to him on the way, so she called him in a hurry. Unexpectedly, the phone was connected, and she was full of joy. "Field, I've cooked a lot of dishes for you. When will you come back?"
"Cicely, it's me. Field is cooking in the kitchen. What can I do for you?"
Hearing the voice, Summer's smile froze on her face.
Bertha White!
The person Field loved the most.
It turned out that he didn't come back. Instead, he went to her place and cooked for her.
She had been married to Field for two years, but she didn't know that he could cook.
Cicely laughed bitterly to herself.
"Cicely? Are you still there? Why aren't you talking?" Bertha's voice came from the other end of the line.
Speak, what should she say?
Ask her husband to answer the phone?
"Why are you answering my call?" Before Cicely could speak, Field's voice came from the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry, Field. It's a call from Cicely. I thought it was something important." Bertha handed the phone to him.
"What important thing could she have?"
Beep beep...
When she heard the beeps, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. Was she really so insignificant in his eyes?
Cicely sat in the living room until one o'clock in the morning. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep on the table.
She had a dream, a dream about Field.
She dreamed of meeting him in the alley many years ago. On that day, he was injured and sitting on the steps of the alley. She walked over and blew on his injured knees. When their eyes met, she saw herself in his eyes.
She remembered him right then when he said he was Field Keith.
"Haha!" She couldn't help but laugh gently.
Suddenly, a wave of pain pressed down on her, and she opened her eyes.
When she looked up, she was surprised to see his frosty face.
Cicely was overjoyed. "Field, you're back. I have something to tell you. I..."
Before she could finish her words, a heavy kiss fell on her lips.
The stifling feeling made her very uncomfortable. She stopped him and said, "Field, I'm not feeling well. I have something to tell you."
"Didn't you ask me to come back just for this? But I'll satisfy you with whatever you need me to do." He grabbed her by the waist and felt uncomfortable when his hand touched her waist. He simply grabbed her thin wrist and took her straight to the bedroom.
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