Three years ago, Nathan Moore had always silently etched in his heart the memories of that time. In the first New Year after she married into the family, that night, he pushed Olivia Zane in a wheelchair to watch the fireworks in the yard. With an occasional glance back, he saw, on the fourth floor’s observation deck, a lonely figure hugging their knees, sitting there.
Despite the passage of many years, he still remembered the feelings at that moment: his heart felt like it was suddenly grabbed, a suffocating sensation that made it somewhat difficult to breathe.
It was hatred that had blinded him then, causing him not to recognize his own heart in time. Later, on countless occasions when she fell asleep drunk, he would enter her room, sit by the bed watching her slumber, lingering for a long while. Sometimes he would even quietly lie down beside her, pull back the duvet, draw her into his chest, and only leave quietly as the sky began to brighten.
Because of this, he was depressed for a long time, thinking he had developed somnambulism, wondering why he uncontrollably sneaked into her room every night.
In the subsequent three years, every time he viewed the fireworks bursting across the sky, the image from the observation deck would involuntarily surface in his mind. Each time he would subconsciously turn his head, but the lonely figure was no longer there.
This year, he could finally watch the fireworks with her. From now on, he would always be with her...
"So beautiful..." Nathan kissed her lips again. The fireworks adorning the sky were beautiful, but she, elevated to the clouds, was breathtakingly so.
"Nathan, are you ready?" Titus Zane was still catching her breath, her eyes brimming with moisture—not from tears, but as a sign of being emotionally stirred.
"Hmm, do you like it?"
Nathan Moore smiled, admitting his feelings, as Titus Zane wrapped her arms around his neck, "Thank you for everything you do for me."
"Silly, we are husband and wife," one sentence, worth more than a thousand words.
...
After setting off the fireworks, the couple leaned against the bed, and Nathan Moore’s phone started flashing non-stop, messages of well-wishes appearing on the touchscreen.
Titus Zane didn’t have many friends, only Mia Foster and Sophie Foster. Sophie had had an accident and was still abroad for treatment with Nicholas Croft and had not returned to the country.
Watching Nathan continuously receive well-wishes, although she didn’t say anything, she felt quite envious.
Finally, her phone also flashed. She hastily grabbed it, and after seeing the few lines of text, Titus Zane pursed her lips and then smiled.
It was a message from Alder Locke, starting with a simple New Year’s greeting, followed by what he wanted to say to Titus Zane.
...After the New Year, I plan to join the military to make myself stronger. So, in the future, if there’s danger, I can be the first to rush forward...
Staring at the sole message for a long time, Titus Zane kept her gaze fixed on the touchscreen without putting down the phone.
Nathan Moore noticed something amiss and curiously turned his head, "Wife, who sent the message?"
After some thought, Titus Zane still handed over the phone to him, "Alder Locke."
Upon hearing that name, Nathan instinctively rejected it, snatching the phone from Titus Zane, "Let me see!"
During the New Year festivities, this scoundrel still dared to disturb them. He decided to block him, ensuring he’d never be able to interrupt their world for two anymore.
Looking at the message from Alder Locke, Nathan scoffed disdainfully, "Waiting for him to make himself stronger? By the time he’s strong, our baby will be almost old enough to fetch soy sauce."
The petty man muttered to himself and then really did add Alder Locke’s number to the block list.
Titus Zane felt both resigned and speechless as her only New Year’s greeting was wiped out. After taking her phone back, she had no more inclination to do anything else and slid into the bed, "I’m going to sleep first."