When We Were In Love novel Chapter 35

The large room was too quiet to be disturbed. The sun was shining on the huge French windows, bringing a vibrant vibe to the silent room.

 

 

A beautiful young woman was sleeping peacefully in the soft bed. Her eyes were closed, as if she had nothing to do with the outside world.

 

 

A little boy tried his best to climb into the bed and he looked at the young woman with his curious black eyes.

 

 

Now and then, he would poke at the woman's cheeks and touch her hair. It seemed that he was having a great time.

 

 

"Hope!"

 

 

There came a deep male voice. The boy hurriedly turned around to look at the serious man.

 

 

Christian lifted his son with one hand and put him on the soft carpet. His tone was serious too.

 

 

"Daddy!"

 

 

Hope looked at his sullen face and held his leg. He said in an injured tone.

 

 

"Mommy!"

 

 

He looked at Vivian in the bed with a happy smile.

 

 

Christian picked him up and walked out of the room.

 

 

"Hope, my dear boy, Mommy is sleeping. We'll play with her when she wakes up, ok?"

 

 

Christian said to him gently and closed the door. Hope nodded lovingly and took a last glance at Vivian's room over his father's shoulder.

 

 

"Hope, look! Who is here?"

 

 

Patrick was casually sitting back in the couch with his hands in his pockets. When Christian walked slowly toward him with Hope in his arms, Patrick smiled gently.

 

 

"Daddy...Daddy..."

 

 

Hope reached out to Patrick and called him Daddy. Patrick quickly took him over and held him in his arms.

 

 

"I'm actually your godfather."

 

 

Patrick gently stroked his chubby little face. Quietly nestled in his arms, Hope was sweet and cute.

 

 

"The little guy only knows Daddy."

 

 

Christian curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders. He was afraid that the kid would mistake him for someone else.

 

 

"How is she doing?"

 

 

Patrick put Hope on the floor and sat down opposite Christian, waiting for his answer hopefully.

 

 

"The same as before."

 

 

Christian took a sip of water. His tone was calm and his true emotions were hard to tell.

 

 

Patrick lowered his eye. Both were silent for quite a while.

 

 

It had been a year since Vivian lapsed into unconsciousness.

 

 

Under Christian's charge, everything had been going very well. Hope had learnt to walk and talk.

 

 

Patrick had studied Vivian's case unremittingly in the past year and tried every means to cure her.