President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 886

Queeny crouched down, bent double with the acute headache.

Two voices alternatively took control of her mind.

To leave here or not?

Oddly, she had a vague feeling of sentimental attachment to this place, which seemed rooted in her mind while being resisted by her subconsciousness.

Beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

Her lips grew pale. Episodes of memories sprang to her mind like scenes of a movie.

“Look! What’re they?”

“Zoe, leave the flowers alone. They’ll die and lose their beauty if you nip them off.”

“But they’re there for us to watch and pick. You’re so prim and proper. I don’t like you anymore!”

The tiny girl threw a tantrum and stomped away.

The boy, who was much taller than her, frowned in hesitation. But he soon followed and got her back.

“There, there, don’t be angry. I’ll get the flowers for you, all right?”

The girl gave him a mischievous blink with her limpid eyes.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

The boy set his lips in a line and clenched his fists. “I’ll do it right now. Just wait for me here.”

He walked to the flowers growing in a clump of thorns.

The girl waited close by, gaily telling the boy to pick the ones that she liked. Seeing that he had got all of her favorites, she cheered in excitement.

The boy suffered quite a few wounds from the thorns, but he bore them without a grumble.

It took the boy a long time to obtain all the flowers the girl desired.

The little girl was exhilarated. She took the flowers, planted a kiss on the boy’s cheek and said in a silvery voice, “You’re the best brother ever. I simply adore you.”

The boy cast an indulgent glance at her and shook his head. “It’s late. Mother is waiting for us at home. Let’s go home.”

The girl nodded and the boy took her hand. They walked together towards home.

Their small figures were gilded and their shadows lengthened by the setting sun.

Queeny snapped into consciousness.

She widened her eyes in horror and disbelief.

How could it happen?

How could those memories be there? Never had she seen the little boy or been to this place, let alone having all the above experiences.

But why were those scenes so vivid in her mind?

They were so vivid that they felt like her own experiences. That adorable little girl was nobody but herself as a child.

Was it…really herself?

Had she ever been here before?

And who was that brother?

It suddenly occurred to Queeny that she had called someone brother before she lapsed into a coma just now.

All the color drained from her face.

Crouching and clasping her head, she fended off the memories with her whole being.

No, they could not possibly be hers!