Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Marry Him
Returning to Aeridor, the scenery remains as beautiful as ever; the mist drifts around the mountains, green bamboo stands out beautifully under the winter sun.
In the courtyard, a tall and handsome man accompanies a white-haired elderly lady.
Usually cold, his face now tinged with warmth under the sunlight, and his voice is exceptionally gentle: "Just like this, slow down, don’t rush."
Grandma’s brain nerves are damaged, and after some time of recuperation, she still walks unsteadily and needs someone to assist her.
Victoria Monroe witnessing this scene, her mood turned from gloomy to bright.
At the very least, Grandma was still alive, she still had a child, and she still had a chance to start over.
Seeing her appearance, Grandma looked at her with a smile, "Girl."
Victoria Monroe walked to Grandma’s side and hugged her tightly, "Grandma, I’m back."
Grandma, muddled every day, doesn’t remember many things, so she smiled and asked, "What role are you playing this time? When will it be released? I want to be the first to watch."
Victoria Monroe played along, "A role of rebirth. Grandma, are you doing well?"
"Good, very good. Rhys came over early to accompany me. Girl..."
Grandma whispered mysteriously in Victoria Monroe’s ear, "I’ve asked for you, Rhys doesn’t have a girlfriend, and you don’t have a boyfriend, why not pair up?"
Victoria Monroe’s cheeks reddened at hearing this, Grandma’s memory was jumbled; she’d forgotten that she was married and about Julian Fordham.
In her eyes, Grandma probably still thought Victoria Monroe was a maiden focusing on work and unmarried.
"Grandma, don’t say that, if someone hears it, they’ll misunderstand."
"Misunderstand what? I think Rhys and you are a perfect match. If he’s so patient with an old lady like me, he’ll certainly take good care of you."
Victoria Monroe helplessly remembered she had just got her divorce papers a few days ago, she hadn’t even considered remarriage, let alone fantasizing about Rhys Hawthorne.
She quickly said, "Grandma, Rhys and I are just friends. He would find an outstanding partner to marry."
The old lady seriously replied, "But my precious granddaughter is also very outstanding."
Even though she doesn’t remember anything, in her heart, her granddaughter is always the best.
No matter what time, she is always planning for Victoria Monroe.
With warmth in her heart, not knowing how to respond, Grandma being outgoing called Rhys Hawthorne over enthusiastically, "Come here, Rhys."
Rhys Hawthorne stopped beside her, slightly bent forward respectfully listening to the elder’s advice, "Grandma, what’s up?"
Without warning, Grandma asked, "Isn’t my granddaughter excellent? Not to boast, but with her face, waist, legs, and chest..."
Victoria Monroe hurriedly interrupted Grandma, "Grandma!"
With Rhys Hawthorne’s status, hasn’t he seen all types of beauties?
Grandma praised her in front of him, Victoria Monroe’s toes curled with embarrassment, looking helplessly at Rhys Hawthorne, "Sorry, my grandma..."
But Rhys Hawthorne’s voice calmly responded to Grandma’s question: "Yes, Ms. Monroe is the best girl I’ve ever seen."
The sunlight fell on Rhys Hawthorne’s distinct face, tinting his smile with gentleness.
Grandma added, "See, I’m just saying my granddaughter is the best, calling her Ms. Monroe sounds so distant when we’re old acquaintances."
"Grandma, I’ll accompany you back to your room." Victoria Monroe’s pale skin was reddened with embarrassment.
If she stayed any longer, God knows what shocking things Grandma would say.
She helped Grandma back to the wheelchair, Grandma like a carefree child, asked when they could go to the island.
Before, the old lady afraid of causing trouble never mentioned her thoughts, Victoria Monroe then knew her heart’s desire was to visit the island.
Victoria Monroe coaxed her like a child, "Tomorrow morning after your physical check-up, once the doctor evaluates everything is fine, we’ll leave."
"How nice, Rhys said you can see fireflies on the island; I haven’t seen them for many years."
Victoria Monroe laughed, saying, "When I was little, I’d catch fireflies and keep them in jars; the next morning they were all dead, and I cried for a long time."
"I remember you said if someone caught you a thousand fireflies, you would marry him when you grew up."
Victoria Monroe’s ears turned bright red, "Grandma, you remember that?"
"Of course." The old lady said proudly.
The older the memory, the clearer she remembers, whereas recent years are muddled.
When Grandma finally napped, Victoria Monroe closed the door and stepped outside; Rhys Hawthorne stood with hands behind his back under the bamboo forest, like an ink painting of landscapes.
"Rhys," Victoria Monroe called softly.
Rhys Hawthorne slowly turned, looking at her thin face; this miscarriage hurt not only her heart but her body, making her lose weight.
"I’ve arranged everything, are you ready?"
Leaving here means completely severing all ties to the past and starting her new life.
Victoria Monroe answered without hesitation, "Grandma wants to see the island, and I also want to catch fireflies again."
A gust of wind blew by, bamboo shadows swayed, leaves rustled.
Victoria Monroe’s long hair danced in the wind, and her thin face carried a smile full of hope for the future.
There was no sadness in her eyes, like many years ago, the young actress struggling in the entertainment circle.
She had already let go of Julian Fordham, ready for a new life.
Rhys Hawthorne’s gaze grew deeper, suddenly asking, "If someone caught you a thousand fireflies, would you marry him?"
Victoria Monroe didn’t follow his sudden sideways thought process, her fair cheeks instantly blushing, "That was all childhood joking."
She even teased, "Julian never caught them for me, but I married him anyway..."
Rhys Hawthorne suddenly took a step forward, leaning in, his tall figure enveloping her; slightly bending over, Victoria Monroe held her breath, her dark eyes looked at him helplessly, her heart raced.
What was he going to do?
The next second, the man’s hand fell on her shoulder, picking off a piece of bamboo leaf.
Victoria Monroe breathed a sigh of relief, secretly blaming herself for overreacting.
However, Rhys Hawthorne didn’t move his body away; he leaned his head slightly towards her ear, warm breath brushed against her reddened earlobe.
His voice had a granular texture, extremely magnetic, "Ms. Monroe, can I call you Victoria from now on?"