Wife by Day, Boss by Night

Chapter 80

Maybe it was inadvertent, or perhaps he remembered it was her birthday. She cried silently the entire

drive while he watched her, never taking his eyes off of her. As they neared the house, he asked her,

“Do you know what the bellflower stands for?”

Natalie wasn’t one for flowers, so she had no idea.

“It stands for uniqueness. Everyone in this world is unique, you included,” Brian told her.

From that day on, Natalie never forgot about the bellflower, a bloom that strangely touched her heart.

And ever since, on every birthday, someone would place a bunch of bellflowers in her room.

She wasn’t fond of flowers but made an exception for bellflowers.

That was how it had always been.

“Did you return to find that person?” Nina asked Natalie out of the blue before bedtime.

Sitting at her desk, Natalie paused, their eyes meeting. She stood up, walked over to the bed, and

wrapped her arms around Nina, softly kissing her soft, fragrant hair. “Whether I found him or not, you

have me, and that’s enough, right?”

“Yes,” Nina murmured after a moment.

Natalie could tell Nina was pretending not to care. But there was nothing she could do. They had been

each other’s world for so long that being alone was bearable.

Nina’s emotional intelligence and intellect were well beyond her years. King had once tested her, and

her mental age was on par with a ten–year–old.

Natalie didn’t believe in insincere words and knew Nina could discern truth from lies.

Curled in her arms, Nina whispered again, “Do you miss Zephyr? I saw you crying this

afternoon.”

Natalie fell silent for a long time before replying, “Of course I do.” But her tears were not just

because she missed him.

“It’s okay, dear Natalie. I’ll always be here for you,” Nina said, hugging Natalie like she used to comfort

her, patting her back gently with an adult–like assurance.

Natalie couldn’t help but chuckle, kissing her again softly. “Go to sleep now. I’m content just having

you.”

What Natalie was most grateful for in her life was that God had sent her Nina in her darkest times, an

angel with a knack for soothing souls.

“I want to hear you sing. You haven’t sung to me in a long time,” Nina mumbled, eyes closed,

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nestled in Natalie’s embrace.

“Alright.” Natalie agreed and began to sing a soft, popular song that had been on the radio

lately.

“At a spot where the wind’s warm and the moonlight kisses.

On the thirteenth month, you’re there as expected.

Even the farthest corners of the earth suddenly feel within reach.

You fly away with a pride, leaving me here.

The vows unspoken, repeated yet addressed,

My longing gets blown by the monsoon,

Blown far away, your silent profile.

Blown far away, our happy time.

You leave me behind,

To different worlds, we stride, yet never say goodbye,

The moonlit sea’s yearning, my yesterday’s turning…”

Halfway through the song, Nina had already fallen asleep. Natalie gently laid her down and eturned to

her computer.

As she typed in her password, the lyrics from the song flashed through her mind.

She had been a fan of this singer for years, from her days of obscurity to her recent rise to ame. Natalie

had made it a habit to learn each new song without delving too deeply into the Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

rics.

But the lyrics of this new song were intriguing. There was no thirteenth month in a year, and the nds of

the earth are a myth.

The song told a story of a love that faded away, one the man may have forgotten and the woman could

not let go of.

ler gaze drifted to the corner of the desk where two bellflowers stood in a vase, and her

houghts unexpectedly turned to Brian.