The Diary Of My Dead Wife

The housekeeper hurried over after Tristan departed.

"Miss has always refused to eat or sleep.She has been crying and always looking for...looking for Tristan." Zac felt sad at what he heard.

"Okay, I'll go and see her,'' he said, and then walked towards Sophie's room.

When he arrived at Sophie's room, he saw that Sophie was indeed crying.

Her white little face was red with tears, and her shoulders were shaking.

But she didn't cry, just like a little milk cat who had been suffering indignities.

Zac's heart suddenly ached and weakened upon seeing her cry.

"Sophie, what's the matter? Why don't you eat?"

He knelt in front of her and held her hands.

Sophie tried to avoid her face from him, but she couldn't do it since the sofa back was behind her.

So no matter how she hid, she couldn't completely do it.

"I want to go home.’ She said timidly, "I want to find Tristan, I want Tristan."

still fine earlier, but now that it was getting dark, her anxiety

didn't want anything more than to return home, like a small girl who wanted to be with her father

passed

entrusted you to me.From now on, you are mine and I am yours.You are safe with me, so don't be afraid.I will

"Not good..."

mood completely vanished, and she

her face lovingly, kissed the tears on her cheeks, and said to her in the gentlest voice possible, "Well,

twinkled

well, I

"Alright! I'll eat!"

the meal, Zac kept his promise because he

needed to travel far away and was unable to

listen to Zac, but if Zac was rude to her, he would

not to be afraid, but to be the bravest and strongest

Sophie suddenly

small space and leaned against the corner of

time, like an abandoned

in

should