Josie stared at him blankly, almost forgetting to react. She didn’t understand how things had come to this point.
Josie remained dazed for a long time, and when she finally came to her senses, she found herself alone in the room. Sam Noah’s words were clear; he didn’t want to see her anymore, wouldn’t take care of her matters, and the conveniences he had given her would no longer exist.
She let out a bitter laugh, feeling truly unfortunate that those words had been overheard by him. It was evident that the woman held an unshakable position in his heart.
When Sam Noah returned to the car, he saw Thelma playing with the child inside. Her expression seemed normal, and Sam Noah breathed a sigh of relief.
After returning home, the two entered their rooms one after the other. Sam Noah closed the door behind him, and Thelma, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and walked towards him, starting to undress him without saying a word.
Sam Noah: “…”
She stripped off his coat and threw it onto the bed, then began to unbutton his shirt. By the time she reached the third button, Sam Noah finally came to his senses. He grasped her hand and asked, “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t speak, twisting his hand and unbuttoning his shirt completely.
There were many scars from his chest to his stomach, some from knife wounds and others from burns. Although she had not asked him about them during their journey, Josie’s words kept echoing in her mind.
“How many of the scars on Noah’s body are from you?”
Thelma stared at the scars on his body for a long time before finally asking, “Did I do all of these?”
Sam Noah smiled nonchalantly and said, “Don’t listen to Josie; she knows nothing. You know I served in the military, and the training was tough. It’s normal to have scars, so most of these injuries aren’t from you.”
“Most of them aren’t from me,” which meant that some of the scars were indeed her doing.
“Why? Why did it turn out this way?”
She really didn’t want to believe that she had hurt him.
However, Sam Noah didn’t take it too seriously. He leisurely buttoned up his shirt, as if stating a simple fact, and said, “There’s someone you know doesn’t like you at all, yet you can’t help but want to get close to her. But she resists your approach, using countless ways to push you away. You know you’ll get hurt, but you still want to get close. In the end, you really do get hurt. Who do you blame for that?” He smiled at her, “This is my own doing; it has nothing to do with you.”
Why did she reject his closeness? Why did she dislike him? Why did she hurt him? He was clearly so good! Even though she had no memories, just thinking that some of the scars on him were caused by her made her feel as if someone was stabbing her heart with a knife, causing her immense pain and sorrow, making her want to cry.
Her stomach cramped, and she crouched down in discomfort. Sam Noah noticed her unusual state and hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong?”
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She clearly had no memories, but she didn’t know why she felt such heartache and regret.
“You know, I think being a child is great. When you’re sad, you can just cry, and after crying, your parents will hold you and comfort you. But as an adult, you can’t do that.” Thelma cried as she bitterly smiled at him, “Do you think I’m being overly dramatic, crying so sadly even though I don’t remember anything?”
“No.” Sam Noah pulled her into his arms, “Children have parents to comfort them; you have Sam Noah. When you cry, I will hold you. I won’t think you’re being dramatic.”
Sam Noah held her like a child, placing her on the table and wiping her tears away. His shirt was only half-buttoned, and the scars on his chest were faintly visible.
They were so glaring and heart-wrenching that, at this moment, she even felt that saying sorry to him seemed pale and powerless.
She simply leaned in and kissed his scars.
Her warm, soft lips touched him, and in that instant, Sam Noah’s body instinctively tensed up. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed the scars on his body.
Proof of her regret and sorrow.
Sam Noah gasped, gripping her shoulders and turning her body back, not allowing her to continue.
Thelma asked, “What’s wrong?”
Her face was still wet with tears, her eyes red and puffy. Her skin was fair and tender, and the redness of her eyes made her skin look even more like snow. Her delicate face had just been crying, resembling a flower battered by rain, evoking pity yet also stirring a desire to possess her fiercely.
