Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

When Hugh saw Chelsea's unresponsive state, he sensed that something was wrong.

Chelsea was a kind-hearted woman. Even if someone she barely knew was going through a hard time, she would feel sad for them for a long time.

Today was her best friend's funeral, so there was no doubt that it had taken a huge toll on her. Seeing Chelsea's vacant eyes, Hugh gritted his teeth.

He said to Matthew, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to take Chelsea back with me."

Without paying attention to the others present, he carried Chelsea to his Bentley and drove away.

Everyone was surprised to see Hugh there.

"Wait a minute, that's..."

"Isn't that the CEO of the top eighth company in the world?"

"I heard that he didn't want to inherit the family business when he was younger, so he went out and started his own company from scratch. Now, that company is ranked in the top 50 globally." "Is Ms. King his girlfriend?"

The crowd let out low murmurs in disbelief. What was with these two best friends? Both of their partners were outstanding people. Perhaps birds of a feather flocked together, after all.

The murmurs and whispers aroused Matthew's displeasure. Although his wife had not actually passed away, it was still his wife's funeral in the eyes of the outside world.

Whispering at his wife's funeral was simply disrespectful to his wife. Matthew cast a cold gaze over all of those who were whispering.

Feeling the chill from Matthew's stare, they could not help but shiver and awkwardly shut their mouths. The funeral then returned to its previous solemnity.

Matthew stood quietly in front of his wife's 'coffin'. He knew that it was empty inside as Lucy was already on her way to Charleston.

However, he could not help but wonder what if his wife actually died in that car accident. He simply could not fathom what he would do. He would surely be much more insane than he was now.

If the world had to painfully take away people's beloved, why would they even give humans the capacity to love in the first place? It would be better if he joined her so they could suffer together. Matthew was certain that was what he would think if Lucy had really passed. He felt somewhat relieved that his wife had not truly left him but just temporarily forgotten him.

Compared to the worst-case scenario, his heartache over Lucy's memory loss seemed much more bearable now.

He calmed his mind and focused on the so-called funeral.

...

Meanwhile, at the airport, Lucy's flight had already taken off as Matthew had expected. All electronic devices were now in flight mode.

It was an eight-hour flight from her city to Charleston, so Lucy found herself a bit bored.

Thankfully, Cillian was thoughtful enough to bring some books that were up her alley, which helped her to pass the time.

While reading, Lucy started feeling a little drowsy as her eyelids engaged in a futile battle. Not long after, she drifted off to sleep.

Noticing that she was asleep, Cillian retrieved a blanket from his seat and gently covered Lucy with it before continuing his own tasks. Like a white bird, the plane soared toward a new journey.