Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 165 Forgotten About Those Times

“But there was absolutely no need for you to do that… Even if you don’t give us anything. you’re still my best-”

The last word was friend, but before that word was spoken, the sound of fireworks rang out. In the night sky, a burst of golden light exploded…

Fireworks set off one after another. Soon, every household began to set off fireworks.

A riot of colors lit up the sky, and the mottled fireworks fell upon Jasper’s handsome face, as sharp as a sculpted blade. He stared at the fireworks outside the window, lost in a trance.

Eileen turned around, swallowing the words she had yet to speak. Holding the hangover remedy in her hands, she remembered the words Richard had said to her. “Forget about it. I’ll just wait until he’s better to discuss it.”

“After finishing the hangover remedy, shall we go watch the fireworks?”

A hint of a smile lifted the corners of Jasper’s lips. “All right.”

In the backyard of Undella Mansion, under a tree, two people sat on a swing, looking up at the fireworks blooming in the night sky.

“In the past, my favorite thing during the New Year was to sit here, swinging on the swing, watching these fireworks. During the New Year, I would think how great it would be if I could see them every night. It was always Sharon who accompanied me…”

Jasper’s tattooed hand unconsciously tightened around hers. “In fact, I saw you a long time ago.”

“Oh? When exactly?” Eileen looked at him.

In the back garden of the Swan residence, beyond the courtyard, was Jasper’s villa. Not a single light was on, making it look desolate. From a distance, it felt cold and was shrouded in loneliness and darkness.

Jasper quietly looked at her. “Three years ago, that was my darkest time, when I was so oppressed that I could barely hold on… In the room, apart from the darkness and the sound of water, I heard your laughter. That day was also during the New Year… You were laughing with such joy, and it piqued my curiosity. I wondered what could possibly make you that happy. Hence, I got up to see. I watched you holding a doll, talking to it all day. You said it was left for you by your mother. Besides eating, sleeping, and going to school every day, I could always hear you talking to yourself in the yard…”

Three years prior, he had attempted suicide no less than three times. On that day, he was

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ready to end it all. The shards of glass cut through his wrist, and he watched as his blood slowly drained away. Lying in a pool of his own blood, he awaited the arrival of death.

Yet, the laughter of a little girl seemed to possess a magical healing power for him. The onset of depression was an overwhelmingly oppressive experience, filled with thoughts of wanting to completely free himself. Living, it seemed, only brought him pain.

remember the song

that time, Jasper was in Undella Mansion. She always thought that the house next door was uninhabited, with the curtains always drawn

“Think about it!”

suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. She exclaimed, “Ah! I’ve got it! Is it a

almost forgotten about

left her, but when her

hand-sewn by her mother. It was one of a kind in the

glad I

forget about it… The fact that you’re still doing well now is more than enough. After all, we come into

can we?”

Thank you. It was you who gave me a new hope

also made him understand the

beam of light, pulling Jasper back from the depths of hell.

reassured him. “This too shall

softly. “Indeed, nothing

in Hulbury, so she hoped

you always stay by my side?” Those amber-like eyes gazed at her, forming a

crossed Eileen’s mind. “Haven’t

what I mean.”

feigned confusion.

filled with affection. His fingers curved, tracing down her delicate and innocent yet captivating cheek, landing on her chin.

eyes, plunging her vision into darkness. Between her lips, she felt a hint of warmth and coolness,

open, her mind a complete blank. She felt her lips being

kiss filled with

was filled with each other’s essence, causing their hearts to

on the ground were entwining and

moonlight that night was even more gentle than ever

sobered up from his drunkenness about

ago.

all, it was not

arms. Only a single lamp remained lit in the grand hall, and the housekeepers had already

her hand propping up