Chapter 18

St. Maria Hospital.

Joyce had been running back and forth for the last few days because

she had a lot of preparation work and tests to do. She was physically

and mentally exhausted.

Finally, tomorrow Justin would have surgery.

In the afternoon, many people were going to and from the hospital, but

Justin was not in the ward.

Joyce asked around before she heard a young nurse say that Justin

had pushed his wheelchair to the back garden by himself.

Indeed, Justin had never liked places that were too crowded. He must

have gone to the back garden to relax himself a bit.

She followed the stone path to the back garden of the hospital and saw

Justin's back from a distance after the corridor.

The sun was setting already. The afterglow sprinkled on his shoulders,

and he propped one hand on his forehead. Maybe he was meditating?

Around him were flowers of all different colors and the chirping of all

kinds of birds, and Justin looked just peaceful in it.

She also felt relieved. She had waited too long for this moment, and

she did not want an accident.

Recently Justin had become more and more unstable, sensitive, and

silent, she could only spend more time with him. Maybe it's because

he's nearing surgery and he felt a little nervous.

She walked over gently.

She was afraid to break this quiet scene.

Justin heard her movement behind him and pushed his wheelchair

around.

The moment he slowly turned around.

Joyce froze.

Today, he was wearing a gray suit, and a white shirt. The gentle tone of

the colors and the clear eyes on the handsome face were like a beam

of light from above the cloud. Even if it was just a glimpse, she was

shocked by the unworldly elegance of this man.

At that moment, Joyce seemed to have gone back in time, as if she just

met Justin for the first time.

How wonderful life would be if they met each other just for the first

time?

“I've been waiting for you for a while,” Justin said softly.

Joyce suddenly looked back. What's wrong with him today, dressed so

formally.

“Justin, I'll push you back. Don't catch a cold from the wind."

"Come here." Justin smiled gently, "I need to talk to you."

Joyce slowly walked to him and bent down to look him in the eyes.

"During this time, I know my temperament has changed, I'm sorry. You

must have suffered a lot." He bathed in the sunset and said slowly, "I'm

sorry, I was too weak to accept the reality. These days I have thought

about it. Whether I can stand up or not, I will be strong to face

everything."

Joyce listened silently, and endless aggression from the bottom of her

heart continued to surge up.

Two years later, has he finally figured it out. Was he finally willing to

face it? For two years, she had been careful, afraid to hurt his fragile

self-esteem. These two years, she had been too hard on her body and

mind.

"Don't cry.” He tenderly reached out and gently wiped the tear stains

from her cheeks.

Joyce was shocked to realize that she was already in tears.

If her efforts of the past two years could get him back to what he was

like, then it would be worth it.

Justin took a blue velvet box out of his pocket. He opened the lid and it

was a diamond ring, dazzling and radiant.

"I asked the nurse to get it for me this morning."

Joyce noticed his empty left wrist. So he had asked the nurse to help

him sell his expensive limited edition watch for the ring?

"Joyce, marry me."

Justin held her hand tightly, and his clear eyes were sincere, "I know,

such a proposal is too simple. I can't give you anything better at the

moment. But believe me, I will find a way, everything will be there, and I

will make it up to you."

Joyce's heart was beating jumbled and overwhelmed.

She certainly wanted Justin to put himself together.

But in her current condition, how could she possibly say yes to his

proposal?

But she didn't want to let Justin down either.

With the surgery coming up tomorrow, she didn't want to hurt him.

The dilemma caused her to be confused, and her whole body trembled

gently.

Justin gently, one by one, unfolded her slightly trembling fingers.

He didn't know if it was because she was trembling or he was afraid

she would refuse, but his fingers couldn't stop trembling lightly.

He took out the ring and put it on her, "If you don't refuse, I'll take that

as ayes."

The moment the ring was put on, the coldness woke Joyce up

suddenly.

No, it was wrong. She could not marry him.

No, that's not it, that's not how she felt about him.

It's for responsibility, not love.

She took a step back like a lightning bolt and reached up to wipe the

tears from her face, her mind in total chaos. What should she do?

Just then, a shrill female voice pierced through the quietness.

"Joyce! What are you doing here?!!"

Shelly accompanied her grandmother to the hospital for an infusion,

and after she was done with the procedures, she came out for some

fresh air. She didn't expect to see Joyce in the back garden, who

seemed to be secretly meeting a man!

Well, she got it!

Today she must expose this bitch for what she really was.