Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 1086

Rosemary and Edmund chatted for a while and went back to the room, ready to change a set of clothes before going down.

Looking at the closet full of clothes, Rosemary's mind reveals a handsome face, touching the clothes with a gentle shake of the hand, her eyes resting on a picture on a side shelf.

Gently walk over and pick up the photo frame, touching the familiar face on the photo, a drop of tear falls on the photo.

"Wilson, are you okay over there? Mom woke up last night, and this morning Big Brother told me again that Dad's vitals are under control, so don't worry!"

Stroking the person on the photo, Rosemary could no longer control her emotions and suddenly burst into tears.

All the pent-up depression in the body, and the constant daily thoughts, swept in this moment like a tidal wave.

"Wilson, who are you to make the decision for me, who are you to say go, do you know that without you, I live every day like a walking corpse, do you know that I am in pain here every day, she is dripping blood every day, can you hear me?"

Edmund, who was standing outside the door, listened to the sound of crying coming from inside the room, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by a needle, which hurt him a lot.

Edmund raised his head to look at the white ceiling and forced the tears back from his eyes.

Originally he thought that with the passage of time, Rosemary will slowly come out of that pain, but in today's view, Wilson in her heart is more and more, it turns out that her has long left with Wilson.

Although he had already expected such an ending, but at this moment, hearing her crying in the room, his heart aches more than anyone else.

After a quick look inside, Edmund turned to leave.

"Wilson ......"

Rosemary lay on her back, her tears soaking the white sheets, perhaps because she missed it so much, and fell asleep in a daze, holding the photo.

It wasn't until Karen came up and knocked on the door that she realized she had unknowingly slept for almost three hours. When she thought that today was her birthday and she had left everyone down there because she was sad, Rosemary looked self-conscious.

Knock Knock ......

"Rosemary, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'll be right down!"

Reachingup to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, Rosemary picked up the picture frame lying on the bed, when a note slipped out from inside the frame.

Putting the frame back on the shelf, Rosemary picked up the note on the floor, only to see that it read ......Rosemary, meeting you is the greatest luck in my life, I'm so happy that you chose me among so many people, I hope we can always be like this, holding each other's hands, no matter what lies ahead, and never Never let go, I love you to the end of time."

"So you also say such incendiary *words*, only instead of letting go of your hand in the end, ......"

Rosemary looked at the handwriting on it, suddenly thought of something and rushed out.

"Owen, where's the greeting card on top of the bouquet of roses that came in this morning?"

"Is that what The Great Young Lady is talking about?"

Owen took out the card from his pocket and handed it to Rosemary. When Rosemary asked him to put up the roses at the beginning, he just saw the card on it, and he looked at the handwriting on the card, so he secretly put it in his pocket.

Rosemary hurriedly took the two notes and compared them, looking at the almost identical handwriting, and her heart burst with excitement.

"Owen, do you also think the writing on this card looks like Wilson wrote it?"

Owen sighed lightly and said slowly, "Rosemary, the youngest has left us. Although the handwriting on this card is very similar to the young master's, there is still a slight difference, obviously the writing on the card is more subdued than the one you are holding, more or less."

Although he could not bear to see her sad, but instead of holding on to a fantasy that does not exist, it is better to just extinguish it in this moment.

"Thank you Owen, I got it."

Looking at the two notes in her hand, RosemaryTammy smiled and turned around to go upstairs.

Walking into the room, Rosemary placed the card and note on the table, looked at the man in the frame, and murmured to herself: Wilson, is that really you?