Chapter 1832: Chapter 1833

Chapter 1833 Flower Wreath

Painting? Shermaine furrowed her brows.

How is Evan still in the mood to admire the scenery when there is a beautiful woman right before him? He’s truly different from all the other men I’ve come across.

She exhaled a breath to keep her emotions in check before sitting quietly and watching the sky with him. Seeing this, Nicole, Damien, and Draven collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

“What did Mr. Seet tell her that made her stop what she was about to do?”

“I’ve no idea.” Damien shook his head.

Nicole was also curious about the same thing. Did Evan discover or recall something? Or does he simply not like Shermaine?

They continued observing from a distance, while Evan and Shermaine stared blankly at the sky, each lost in their own thoughts.

Just then, Shermaine let out a small smile. “I’ve never looked intently at the sky in the past, as I’ve always found it boring. But I feel differently about it today…”

At this point, she lowered her head and gazed deeply into Evan’s eyes. “I think the sky is beautiful. I’ve never thought it is so beautiful. Now I know that even doing the most boring thing with the person I love can make me feel happy.”

Doubt grew in Evan’s heart as he stared at her blissful expression.

Have we never admired the sky together in the past? Why does this woman feel like a stranger to me? I don’t feel that we’re a married couple who have been together for decades.

“What’s on your mind?” Shermaine asked upon noticing his silence.

“Nothing. Let’s head back.”

Shermaine pursed her lips. So soon? It’ll be a shame to waste such a good opportunity!

“Since we’re having a good time, why don’t we do something romantic, Evan?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“You can say something romantic, or—”

Before she could utter the words “hug me,” Evan suddenly sat up. “Making a flower wreath using these colorful flowers here would be nice. Let me make one for you.”

Flower wreath?

“Is this considered romantic?” Shermaine looked somewhat displeased.

Evan nodded earnestly. “Of course! I made it for you when you were a child, and later, I also made it for our two daughters. I’ll make another one for you now so that we can reminisce about our love all these years!”

Hearing this, she nodded reluctantly and quietly sighed as she watched him weaving the flower wreath diligently.

What he’s thinking about is the love between him and Nicole, which has nothing to do with me. I merely modified his memories and borrowed her identity. Does that make me a thief who steals his love for his wife?

A bitter smile flitted across her lips as heaviness settled in her heart.

If the person he met back then was me and not her, what would our relationship be like? Will he also be devoted to me and resist all temptations for me? Why didn’t I meet him twenty years ago? If I had met him then, I wouldn’t have had to mingle with multiple men, nor would my life have turned out like this!

While she was lost in her thoughts, Evan was busy making a flower wreath for her. He weaved the colorful flowers together earnestly as though he was weaving the beautiful memories of the past.

“I recall making this for you at Rose Garden when we were young. But as to why you were there, I can’t seem to remember now,” he mumbled.

All the memories concerning Nicole, the Lanes, and the Musgrave family had been temporarily erased. Evan only remembered what he had done himself and that he had done those things for his wife.

Moreover, a voice kept echoing in his brain that his wife was Shermaine.

“It’s fine if you don’t remember. That was a long time ago, and even I don’t remember much,” Shermaine said, making up an excuse in an attempt to brush it off.