Take Me Away novel Chapter 134

"What? Comic Bear?" Fiona stared at Spencer with a look of utter confusion on her beautiful face. "What do you mean?"

"Comic Bear! The thing you couldn't stop talking about when you were drunk. It almost occupied half of your bed. Don't you remember?" Soon, a knowing smile crept up on his lips. "Okay, Fiona. I know what you're doing. You're deliberately annoying me."

"What? No! I really don't know what you're saying," Fiona replied, now frowning. Suddenly, a memory flashed through her brain. "Did you give me that Comic Bear?"

"Okay, are you serious? Or are you suffering from amnesia?" With his hands on his hips, he sighed and began explaining. "When you were at hospital in M City, I asked my man to take that bear to your ward. It's about two meters long, and it's a limited edition! It took me an awful lot of time and effort to find it. Who else do you think would give such a gift to you?"

Was it really from Spencer? She had thought that just like the pendant, the enormous Comic Bear was also sent to her by Ryan.

It took a long time for her to come to herself, and when she did, she whispered, "So that was from you..." While that Comic Bear meant a whole lot to her, it never crossed her mind that it was Spencer who gifted it to her. Slowly, she began to feel overcome by emotions—mainly love—and she felt her heart tingling from happiness.

When Spencer noticed the profound look on Fiona's face, he became curious. He wanted to ask her more about it, but the moment he took a step forward, he heard Eric's voice.

"Spencer!" Eric exclaimed, out of breath from all the running he did all the way to the shooting range.

Both Fiona and Spencer were taken aback by Eric's sudden appearance. After sharing a look of confusion with Fiona, Spencer turned his head to Eric and asked, "What's the matter? Did something happen?"

"Yes," Eric answered, still catching his breath. "Let's go to the meeting room. It's really, really urgent!"

Spencer frowned and sighed. "What is the meeting about? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Well..." Eric stammered, not knowing how to reply. His gaze went to Fiona, then turned back to Spencer. "Just go with me."

"Okay, fine!" Spencer conceded. He looked at Fiona and said, "You can practice shooting by yourself, right? I'm going to pop into this meeting for a while and then I'll come back. If I don't come back in two hours, however, go back to my dormitory by yourself. Understood?"

"Yep," Fiona responded. He walked up to her, touched her hair with his hand, and whispered tenderly, "Be good. We will return to M City soon."

After that, he turned around and started walking away.

"Spencer!" Fiona called behind him.

"Yes?" Spencer turned back. Fiona didn't know what came to her that moment, but when Spencer whipped his head back to look at her, he looked extremely handsome.

"Why didn't you save me?" Until now, it was a knot in her heart that kept her up at night. She wanted to know why Spencer did what he did; she wanted to make sure that he did not give up on her.

Spencer, on the other hand, did not expect that kind of question from Fiona at that moment. When he noticed the panic and helplessness in her eyes, he became flustered. A few moments passed until he was able to form an answer. "If I had a choice, I would have saved you." He then walked to her and held her tightly in his arms. "I'm sorry. I won't do that again. I will never let you get hurt, I promise you. At that time, someone sent me an email asking me to save Celine. I was afraid that if I chose to save you, it would anger them, so I asked George to do that instead of me. I'm so sorry, Fiona... "

Spencer didn't give up on Fiona, even for one second. It was Charles who planned on ruining their relationship, sowing seeds of discord everywhere he could. In Spencer's strong, loving arms, Fiona felt all her worries fading away.

"I just want an explanation," she said quietly.

"Don't worry," Spencer said, letting go of Fiona and looking directly in her eyes. "I will prove it with my own actions."

"Spencer, it's time to go," Eric suddenly said, careful not to break the moment between the two lovers. He understood that the two needed this time, but he was determined to put Spencer in that meeting.

Once again, Spencer rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I will go with you now." He stroked Fiona's hair and told her, "I'm really need to get going now."

Fiona just nodded. Spencer flashed her an incredibly sweet smile and left with Eric. As she looked on at the figures of the two men leaving, she took a deep breath. Her head was full of thoughts about her, Spencer, and their future. 'Spencer, if I tell you that I want to start all over again, will you say yes? I know that we hated each other before, but I am willing to forget all of those. Are you? From now on, I want us to live in a world free of hurtful memories so that we can rebuild our lives into something we love, deserve, and desire.'

Her whole being became restless, and soon, she felt like she was slipping into another dimension. She did not know when she fell for Spencer—all she knew was right at that moment, all she wanted was to be with him and to live her remaining days beside him, for better or for worse.

When she came to her senses, Spencer and Eric had already gone. With that, she turned around, focused on the target in the distance, and calmly raised her gun.

Bang!

She pulled the trigger skillfully, and the bullet landed squarely in the middle of her target. Seeing this, Fiona smiled.

"I don't know what happened to Fiona when she was in Cherry Grove Residence," Spencer said, on his way to the meeting. "I know that we should put her under psychological rehabilitation. Spending that much time in enemy premises would definitely cause her some kind of trauma. But considering how poor her health is, I really can't bear to subject her to a process that requires her to open up the scars she had acquired back there. Because of that, I just let her be. It makes me feel guilty, it truly does. It seems like I haven't done enough to help her, and that I should care about her more."

Eric didn't say anything. He had long noticed the change in Spencer, how he became gentler and more caring with the people around him. In the past, he wouldn't think twice about kicking someone he disliked to the ground.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did your tongue got caught? Or is stupidity catching up to you?" Spencer asked.

"We got a video from Charles," Eric said suddenly.