Chapter 165 Mr. Johnson, Please Respect Yourself
Rebecca got back to the dorm at midnight.
Lucy was already asleep.
She'd left the desk lamp on for her, along with a cup of steaming milk.
The warm-toned light.
The comforting aroma of milk.
Only then did Rebecca's stiff back finally start to relax, bit by bit.
The doctor's attitude was fairly optimistic, saying Alexa's emotions were much more stable than before, and she could remember people and things around her now—only selectively, though.
At the same time, the doctor recommended continued observation and treatment, and eliminating all external stimulation.
This meant not only could she not tell her mom about calling off the engagement with Dennis, but she also couldn't tell her she'd already married Frederick.
Most critically, she couldn't let her know Dad was gone.
Otherwise, Rebecca didn't even dare to think deeply about what kind of devastating blow it would deal her mom.
But of course, what you fear most is what happens.
The next afternoon, just as Rebecca walked through the hospital entrance, her phone rang.
On the other end was Layla's helpless sigh, "Becca, Dennis is here!"
Rebecca quickened her pace.
Layla said softly, "Mrs. Getty called and asked him to come."
The two families' houses were next to each other. Before the Getty family's troubles, when Jennifer went out for spa treatments, she'd invite Alexa along. When Alexa went shopping, she'd call to ask if Jennifer wanted to go.
The two were like best friends.
When she and Dennis fought, both families' mothers knew right away.
Either Alexa would call Dennis to ask what happened, or Jennifer would bring Dennis over so the two could talk things out face-to-face.
But now, things weren't like that anymore.
When Rebecca entered the room, Dennis was sitting by the bed peeling an apple.
Dennis had probably never done this himself in his entire life—the apple he was peeling was all bumpy and uneven, like the surface of the moon.
Alexa didn't rush him, just said gently, "Dennis, you and Becca have been together for so many years. The fighting when you were kids was because you were young and didn't know better. Now that you're both adults, you need to learn to control your emotions. Whatever problems you have, the two of you should talk them through properly. Don't just break up at the drop of a hat, okay?"
"Mrs. Getty, I..."
"Dennis!"
Afraid his next words would be "we've already called off the engagement," Rebecca quickly interrupted him.
Dennis turned around, staring at Rebecca's face for a long while. In his romantic, smiling eyes, the smile gradually faded.
Though her figure was still slender and delicate, Rebecca's face was so fresh and dewy it looked like you could squeeze water from it.
Her clear eyes were glistening.
The corners of her eyes and brows revealed a charm and allure she'd never shown before.
As if one bite would make her cry out with reddened eyes.
The rose he'd watched grow up under a greenhouse cover—just when the rose was finally budding and ready to be picked, someone else had gotten there first?
"Mrs. Getty, Becca and I are going out for a moment."
"Okay, you two talk things through properly..."
Rebecca turned and walked out of the room, heading straight for the reception room.
Her hand had just gripped the door handle when her arm was grabbed, and she was dragged back and pressed against the wall.
"Rebecca..."
Dennis's face was dark, "You've been fucked, haven't you?"
She pushed hard against him, but the difference in strength was too great. Not only did she fail to push him away, but he gripped her even tighter.
Rebecca felt like he was about to break her arm.
It hurt so much that tears were about to come out. Rebecca gritted her teeth and drove her knee up.
His expression changed slightly. Dennis dodged and stumbled back a few steps, hitting the wall.
When he looked up again, he was met with Rebecca's ice-cold face: "Mr. Johnson, please show some respect!"