Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1278

"I'm sorry, but I need to point out… that Edgar takes my mother as his aunt, so if I call him uncle, that would make it incest, wouldn't it?" Maggie argued. After looking at Tompson, to gauge his reaction, she spun on her heel and marched into the ward without a backward glance.

Staring at Maggie's receding figure, the smile slid off from Tompson's face, and his eyes became dark and brooding. Tompson was one of the few people who knew that Maggie was the only child of William, and also one of the fewer people who knew that it was Edgar who had saved her when she had been kidnapped as a child. Whether Maggie was fond of Edgar or if she was just grateful to him for his saving her, Tompson honestly didn't know the truth. Likewise he didn't know why he had never come back for her after he had left the military compound, even though he had been in love with her since childhood. Perhaps… Perhaps it was because of what she had said a long time ago which hurt his feelings? It had hurt him so much that he had made up his mind to stay in S Army for many years, even though deep in his heart he hated it.

However, Maggie seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened in the past, so what was the point for him to struggle with it?

Tompson shook his head, hoping to stop himself from reminiscing.

He returned to the clinic with complex feelings: the excitement at meeting Maggie again and the sadness of knowing she might have fallen in love with someone else.

In Edgar's room, Maggie noticed that the bowl of soup on the table was no longer warm. A hint of sorrow arose spontaneously in her heart. She had asked her mother, Hana, to help her by making soup for Edgar so he could enjoy the taste of a home-cooked dish. Hana woke up early in the morning, right before dawn, just to make the soup. However, he didn't even take a spoonful of the soup. He barely looked at it.

Ignoring Edgar's hard stare, Maggie started to clean up the mess on the table with exaggerated movements. Such behavior didn't match her rank of major at all, instead, it was like a child's behavior. She was clearly in a bad mood!

"Childish!" Edgar commented coldly after glancing at her negligently. He then closed his eyes and kept silent. Edgar had had a long discussion with Claire just now, and he hadn't gotten enough sleep last night because all he could think about was the gunshot. He could sense that something was wrong, yet he just couldn't figure out what it was exactly. But now with Maggie there in an angry fit, Edgar felt surprisingly relaxed, after a while of her muttering flippantly, he got tired and drifted off to sleep.

"Yes, I am childish. I will always be a child to you!" Maggie murmured with an irrational fury, then she threw the rag on a cabinet.

Edgar opened his eyes slowly, then he looked into Maggie's deep ebony eyes and said, "Maggie, are you really in love with me?"

"Yes, I am. I am in love with you!" Maggie responded, gnashing her teeth, "I love you very much, Uncle Three!" She highlighted the word 'uncle' by stressing each syllable on purpose. She muttered, "You laugh at me and treat me like a kid, but what about you?