Take Me Away novel Chapter 20

The room was silent except the sound of Spencer eating his dinner.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room reflected the city lights, the traffic on the viaduct, the colorful neon lights and Fiona's thin figure.

Fiona walked over to the door. Staring at Spencer's two-meter high parcel, she bent down and dragged it into the bedroom.

Spencer ate quickly as he was starving. After a while, the plates were all empty. He started on his porridge while watching Fiona. She took a few steps forward and he crossed his legs, looking at her with a wicked grin.

Fiona was reluctant, and yet she couldn't disobey him, which made Spencer feel very comfortable.

'Spencer, you are so shameless!'

he thought to himself.

Standing in the guest room, Fiona removed Spencer's sheets and quilt cover and began to make the bed. 'Just hold on a little longer. When the new semester begins, I can live in the dormitory room, and if Spencer wants to live here, just let him,' she thought.

He walked barefoot to the guest room and gazed at her back. There was a gentle fluttering in his heart, which made him a little restless. His eyes traveled down her neck all the way to her back, but he frowned and asked, "What's that on your back? It looks like a scar."

Fiona shivered. She quickly straightened up and turned around to face Spencer. She was afraid, but she pretended to be angry. "What are you looking at?"

Spencer looked away and snorted. "I just saw it by accident. It's not like I'm not interested in it! Hey, you should go buy a pair of slippers tomorrow because I forgot to bring mine."

"I have no money," she replied shortly. She started removing clothes from his parcel and tried to keep her back out of Spencer's line of vision the whole time.

"How much does a pair of slippers cost? You are so stingy!" Spencer turned around and marched into the bathroom.

While he was out of sight, Fiona hurriedly put her hand around her shoulder and touched her scar. Her eyes grew sadder as she thought she couldn't wear this nightgown anymore. She was lost in thought when she suddenly heard the sound of Spencer's footsteps. She quickly put her hand down and started hanging up his clothes in the closet.

He returned with his wallet and tossed it in front of Fiona. "Here you are. The wallet is loaded."

Fiona was taken by surprise when she picked up the wallet, because it was wet. She had a strange expression on her face. She stared at Spencer and asked, "Did you just wash your wallet?"

"Of course not. It was in my pocket the whole time." Spencer shrugged.

Fiona quickly opened the wallet. Sure enough, the bag was moist. She hurriedly asked, "Spencer, do you have any important identification in this?"

"Yes! What's wrong?"

Fiona's eyes widened. She held up his wallet and said, "But the wallet is drenched!"

"What?" Spencer grabbed the wallet and looked at it. "Shit!"

It was the first time that Fiona had seen so much emotion from him. He carefully removed everything from his wallet. All kinds of cards and bills were scattered on the bed and the floor.

Fiona picked up a card near her feet and said, "This one is fine."

However, it seemed that he hadn't heard what Fiona said, as his eyebrows were still tightly knitted. He shook his wallet rapidly. All of a sudden, a photo, two inches wide, flew out of his wallet, and fell on the floor with the reverse side facing up. Just as she was about to reach out to pick it up, she was stopped by Spencer. "Don't move!"

Fiona was startled. Spencer picked up the photo and carefully lifted it to his mouth. He gently blew it dry.

"You may leave now," Spencer said dismissively.

"Hmm." Fiona nodded and walked to the door. She turned to look at him and saw deep love and longing in Spencer's eyes.

She was really curious about the identity of the person in the photo. But the next minute, she banished the thought from her mind.

In the bedroom, Spencer was standing still, his hand trembling slightly. Sadness was written all over his face. In the photo, there was a boy and a girl. The two of them looked like they were very close to each other. The boy looked cool and was expressionless, and the girl's head was tilted and she was smiling.

He still remembered how his heart had been pounding when the photo had been taken. He had pretended to be cool just to hide his shyness. The photo was a little yellow now. Where was the girl in the photo now?

Would everything be different if that terrible car accident didn't happen?

Fiona woke up the next morning and quickly got out of bed to cook. She was annoyed about how hard it was to live with Spencer.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Spencer?" She knocked on his bedroom door. "Hey, Spencer? What do you want for breakfast?"

There was no answer. Fiona tried to turn the doorknob. The quilt and the bed sheet were already neatly folded.

'That's odd. Where is he?'

Fiona shrugged her shoulders. She relaxed as a tiny ray of hope filled her. She ate her breakfast in peace. Then she settled down in front of the French window and began to paint the beautiful coast not far away.

Suddenly, a message popped up on her phone, interrupting her drawing. She glanced at it absent-mindedly.

"There is a new ice cream shop around our college. Do you want to try it, Fiona? It's my treat."

The message was from Ryan.

Fiona smiled. Since their encounter at the museum the last time, they had saved each other's phone number. Ryan would send her messages from time to time. Today was the first time that he had invited her out

'Should I go?'