He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 16

the cried pitifully, trembling all over–clearly having suffered greatly inside. But how could any of this compare to what Evelyn had endured?

Seeing that Dante had no reaction, Seraphina both kowtowed and wept. Finally, when she realized Dante wasn’t making a sound, she dared to stand up and liscovered the man’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face twisted in pain, clutching a photo of Evelyn tightly in his hands.

Only then did Seraphina realize his stomach condition had flared up again.

After Evelyn left, Dante had nothing left to remember her by. Fortunately, the newspapers later made the send–off ceremony front–page news. He cut out Evelyn’s close–up photo from the paper and kept it, treasuring it daily.

He counted the days, wishing he could fast forward five years. Only after losing Evelyn did he understand he couldn’t live without her.

Jante couldn’t cook and barely had time to eat. In the past, Evelyn had lovingly prepared every meal, even making stomach–soothing dishes after his busy days. Without Evelyn, his irregular eating habits quickly gave him stomach problems. When the pain was worst, he’d break out in cold sweats and couldn’t move, but Jante refused any pain medication, enduring it all.

Not just Seraphina–he too had to remember the pain of Evelyn’s departure.

This was what he deserved for losing the person who loved him most.

But this time, he couldn’t remember when the stomach pain had started, or when he’d last eaten. After losing Evelyn, he couldn’t even manage the simplest

asks.

Watching Dante’s lips gradually lose all color, Seraphina was first stunned, then thinking of something, she rushed to the kitchen.

Dante loved Evelyn’s soup most–if she could make some, surely Dante would soften.

Seraphina extended her hands, roughened by labor reform, clumsily preparing ingredients. She’d never cooked before, relying entirely on a cookbook left in

he kitchen.

gnoring her fingers getting cut several times, Seraphina threw all the ingredients together. When steam began rising from the pot, she smelled the aroma and oyfully reached to lift it, only to get burned by the pot’s edge. She instinctively wanted to let go, but this was her hour of hard work–her chance to win Dante

jack.

the forced herself to endure the pain, carrying it to the study and spooning it to Dante’s lips.

Dante, eat something. Once you eat, the pain will stop.” Seraphina spoke gently.

n his daze, Dante smelled chicken soup, reminding him of a time when he’d collapsed from pain in his study–Evelyn had made soup just like this, feeding him poonful by spoonful.

lad she come back?

Jante instinctively grabbed Seraphina’s hand. “Evelyn, Evelyn… is that you?”

Seraphina froze but didn’t deny it. Evelyn wouldn’t return now anyway–if she could just make Dante change his mind, everything would still be possible.

Seraphina forced a smile. “Yes, I’m back. Dante, drink something quickly.”

A tear rolled down Dante’s cheek. He opened his mouth and drank the soup being fed to him, but then suddenly snapped awake and shoved the person beside

im away.

With a crash, Seraphina fell to the floor and the bowl shattered.

Dante looked at her, never having been so furious. It was Seraphina, not Evelyn. Seraphina had dared to impersonate Evelyn!

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