President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 628

Laura froze for a moment. She then came to her senses and nodded, “Sure, go ahead.”

“If I met you before he did, could you perhaps fall in love with me?”

Laura was dumbfounded.

Admittedly, she had never thought about this before.

After all, one couldn’t change the past. It was pointless to think about that.

Fate brought some people together and made some part ways. Many believed that they found their husband or wife with their own effort.

But little did they know that it was actually fate that brought them together.

Sometimes, it happened so long ago that they couldn’t even remember it themselves.

Thus, why wonder how life would turn out if things were different?

Laura remained silent. Stephen sat there with her, waiting for her answer.

After a long while, Laura said softly, “When I first met Max, I was three years old.”

Stephen was stunned.

He looked at Laura and saw her bright eyes reveal a reminiscent look.

Gazing into the boundless dark sky with a tiny smile on her face, Laura said softly, “At that time, my father was his grandfather’s adjutant. Father often went out on missions with his grandfather. My mother felt I might be bored if I stayed at home alone, so she took me to our neighbor’s house, where Max’s grandfather lived, to hang out.

“I met him there for the first time.”

Laura seemed to have been carried up by her memories and zoomed back to that warm afternoon 20 years ago.

With a chuckle, she said, “I was so little back then. I was barely a toddler. One day, I was chasing dragonflies in their backyard. Suddenly, I tripped over a stone.

It would be no big deal if I merely tripped and fell. But there was a pond in front of me. I lost my balance and fell into the pond.

The water was deep. I still remember the feeling of being engulfed and having water flood into my mouth and nostrils.

I struggled in the water, screaming for help. But the adults were in the front yard. And the servant who was supposed to watch me just left to run some errands.

Nobody was there to rescue me. But just as I was about to give up, someone grabbed my hand.

Then, I was pulled up by someone, who carried me in his arms and swam to the shore.

I was scared out of my wits and kinda unconscious. I didn’t remember who saved me. After waking up, all I did was cry.

When my family heard that I fell into the pond, they hurried over to check on me. Around my bed, they began to bicker about who was to blame.

They didn’t know I fell into the pond myself. I didn’t want to blame anyone. I just hoped somebody could hug me.

Later, I saw Max, with his clothes all drenched like mine, standing not far away. He handed me a piece of candy and said, ‘Don’t cry. This is for you.’