Chapter 1715: Believe

Chapter 1715: Believe

Luther nodded.

He gently stroked Alisha, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He

was about to get up when Alisha’s hands tightly grasped him.

He sighed helplessly. "Taking care of her day and night these past few

days has made her cling to me even more. Jamie, I won't see you off.

They will still blindfold you and take you back. After you return, you

must keep everything that happens here a secret.”

"Mr. Warner, don't worry, I understand,” Jamie promised.

Luther snapped his fingers, and the black-clad person who had been

guarding outside walked in.

"Mr. Warner, what are your orders?" Under Athena's command, the

black-clad person showed great respect towards Luther.

"Escort Dr. Jamie back," Luther waved his hand.

"Yes." The black-clad person led Jamie away.

Before Jamie left, he bowed slightly to Luther and then respectfully

turned and left.

After everyone had left.

Luther half-leaned on the sofa, holding Alisha closer to him, her small

head nestled tightly against his chest. As if feeling safe, Alisha finally

released her grip on his hand and let it naturally fall to the side.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, her small lips slightly parted, and her

soft body rose and fell with each breath.

He gently caressed her, his long fingers outlining her small features.

It was evident that Alisha lacked love and a sense of security.

Throughout her illness, she had clung to him, unwilling to let go. She

was particularly sensitive, instantly sensing when he was away and

grabbing him to stop him. She was also very careful, afraid that he

would be unhappy or reject her.

Thinking of this, Luther held Alisha even tighter. Damn Athena, what

kind of psychological pressure had she put on Alisha to make her, who

had just begun to experience the outside world, become so pitiful?

He wanted to tear Athena apart, but he couldn't harm Alisha.

At least for now, Alisha still believed that Athena was her mother,

relying on and trusting her. He first had to find a way to sever this close

relationship. That's why he had been staying by Alisha's side.

These past few days, Athena had tried various ways to get close to

him, but he had rejected her. Jamie had given him test strips, and he

would test any food or drink Athena gave him to make sure it was safe

before consuming it.

Athena had gone out early in the morning, and he didn't know what she

was doing.

It definitely wasn't a good thing, perhaps related to the photos that had

come out earlier of him and Athena being captured.

He sat on the sofa, repeatedly pinching his jaw. The pain that arose

reminded him to stay alert.

Joyce had probably also seen the news by now. What would she think?

The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her again, but for Alisha's

safety, he had no choice.

These past few days, he hadn't called her or sent her any messages.

Besides knowing that his actions were being monitored, he didn't have

the face to contact her.

His promises had been easily broken, and he blamed himself deeply.

Joyce would be heartbroken when she found out. He couldn't bear to

think about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt as if every

breath was like inhaling a sharp blade, piercing his heart. The pain

spread infinitely.

After a moment, the black-clad person he had sent to the Warner

residence returned.

The black-clad person stepped forward. "Mr. Warner, the items you

requested have been retrieved. Please check to see if everything is

there."

"Mm, put them in Alisha's room. I'll check later,” Luther replied coldly.

"Yes." The black-clad person picked up several large bags and brought

the items into the room, placing them on the sofa.

After a short while, Luther stood up while holding Alisha. He walked into

the room and gently laid her on the bed.

As he was about to let go and leave...

Alisha suddenly woke up, feeling the warmth leaving her. She

instinctively reached out and grabbed Luther's sleeve, shouting,

"Daddy, where are you going?"

Luther quickly bent down, gently stroking Alisha's cheek. "Daddy's not

going anywhere. Look, Daddy has brought all the clothes here. Daddy

will stay here with Alisha from now on, okay?"

He pointed to the bags on the nearby sofa.

Alisha rubbed her eyes and clung to Luther's arm as she sat up, finally

believing that he wasn't leaving. She clapped her little hands, saying,

"That's great, Daddy will be with me every day.”

“I'm awake now, Daddy. I want to drink water," Alisha climbeddown from

the bed. "I feel much better. Can I go outside to soak up some sun?"

Luther poured a glass of water for Alisha and handed it to her, shaking

his head. "No, it's windy outside today. You shouldn't be exposed to the

wind right now. Be patient for a few more days, okay, Alisha?"

Alisha’s expression turned sad. She had been feeling so suffocated.

The past few days had been really difficult, lying around in a daze,

unable to do anything.

"Alisha, think about how uncomfortable you were a few days ago. Now

that you've recovered, you mustn't get sick again,” Luther gently

coaxed.

Alisha took a few sips of water and placed the cup aside.

"Okay, I'll listen to Daddy," she said obediently.

"Alisha, look at this. What is it?" Luther took a large set of toys from

beside her bed and placed them in front of Alisha.

It was a large pink box containing a lifelike doll. Every eyelash and

strand of hair looked real. It also came with interchangeable clothes,

shoes, jewelry, makeup, nail polish, and everything else.

"Wow, this is a Sherita doll!" Alisha clapped excitedly. “I've seen it on

TV, it's so much fun. Is it for me?"

"Of course," Luther pinched her little nose. "You're all better now, so

you can play with it."

"Oh yeah!" Alisha hugged the box and sat down on the soft carpet,

starting to unpack the toy.

Luther watched her tenderly for a while, then walked to the sofa and

rummaged through the bags. They contained everyday items he had

asked someone to retrieve from the Warner residence.

For Alisha's sake, he had to stay here for a while.

He noticed that there was a wooden box among the items, which

should contain his watch and cufflinks.

These things should have been taken out by Joyce herself. Only she

knew where they were placed.

He opened the box and found several of his frequently worn watches

inside.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly as his gaze fell on one of the

watches.

This watch wasn't on the list he had given. It was his limited edition

tourbillon gold watch, too heavy to be worn daily, meant for

appreciation and collection. Moreover, the design of this watch had a

special meaning.

"No matter how time flies, we remain the same.”

That had been the slogan for this watch.

And this watch had its own name-BELIEVE.

In an instant, he understood, and his heart felt a sour ache.

Joyce had deliberately taken the wrong watch. Even though he hadn't

contacted her, she had expressed her trust in him in this way.