Win My Husband Over to Find My Child
Chapter 145: Have You Forgotten Who Your Husband Is?

Chapter 145: Have You Forgotten Who Your Husband Is?

Leslie had been waiting for Calix to arrive home after their previous phone call. She woke up twice but, there was no sight of him until now. Seeing him stirred joy and relief within her.

Finally, he was back.

"Calix... I’m sorry..." Leslie locked her eyes onto Calix’s, finding how blurry her eyesight was, "I didn’t... expect that... I’d... just vanished... like that..."

Her throat was damaged quite badly but, Leslie wished to relay her apology to Calix as soon as she could. Even without him telling her about it, she could imagine how anxious he was after she abruptly disappeared without traces.

Calix loosened his grasp on Leslie’s hand. Letting out a chuckle, he jokingly said, "You know what? I think your stunt took ten years off my life."

Leslie simply smiled. She would hurt her throat more if she laughed. Slowly blinking her eyes a few times, the images she saw still lack clarity.

"Your face... and everything... are blurry," Leslie closed her eyes, unable to endure the strain longer, "...is this... one of the... side effects?"

Calix unconsciously tensed, realizing what Leslie meant by that. Without thinking, he lifted his other hand before carefully placing his palm over her closed eyes. Her lashes gently brushed against his skin.

"Yes, it’s one of the side effects," replied Calix, changing Leslie’s question to a statement, "I was like that before too. Your eyes are sensitive... after being unconscious for so long. Don’t push yourself to see... or do anything if you can’t stand it."

The early stages of recovery after emerging from a coma were hard. Calix had gone through the difficulty before. At times, he almost gave up due to the excruciating pain caused by the rehabilitation sessions.

"How... can I... not do... it? The rehab... will be painful... isn’t it?"

Leslie forced herself to speak, wanting to reply to Calix’s remarks. She sensed worry tingeing his voice. She let him continue covering her closed eyes with his palm.

Pursing his lips, Calix didn’t realize how much his forehead wrinkled. He couldn’t remember much of the pain and devastation he underwent before yet, everything was mostly unpleasant.

Calix witnessed it himself how several people admitted defeat halfway. They would rather continue living with the assistance of wheelchairs and other equipment instead of finishing their treatment sessions.

"Leslie, don’t worry. I’ll get the best specialists for you," responded Calix after a moment of pondering, "Have you forgotten who your husband is? You’ll regain your normal functions, fear not."

Leslie’s lips melted into a smile. Somehow, she could imagine how Calix looked beyond the palm lying gently on her eyes. His mellow voice was firm, helping to soothe her worries.

"That’s... reassuring..."

Calix let out helpless laughter, able to tell that Leslie was jesting him. Her sense of humor tickled his heart, putting him at ease.

Lifting his hand from covering Leslie’s eyes, Calix said, "Why don’t you sleep some more? We’ll head to the hospital at eight. You need thorough checkups, Leslie."

"...yeah, I still... feel weak..." Leslie nodded once. She tried to open her eyes but, the strain was still too much for her.

"Keep your eyes closed," reminded Calix. He pulled the blanket to properly cover Leslie until her chin, "I’ll get you sunglasses before we head out. It’ll be bearable that way."

"...thanks."

Calix smiled faintly. Brushing his palm on the back of Leslie’s hand, he whispered, "Sleep. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep."

Leslie simply nodded. Without saying anything to Calix anymore, she slowly drifted to slumber once again. Her body—Charlene’s body—was too weak. She couldn’t continue staying awake even if she wanted to.

Calix quietly sat on the edge of the bed, watching over the sleeping Leslie. Sighing softly, the lingering uneasiness finally left his heart.

’Thank goodness, she seems better than I expected.’

The rehabilitation process would be hard but, Calix believed that Leslie could overcome everything. He also wouldn’t stop from being her pillar of support.

"Leslie, you know what, I..."

Calix blinked, unable to finish what he wanted to say. Pressing his lips together, he gently squeezed her hand before reluctantly letting it go.

After giving Leslie one final look, Calix walked out of the bedroom. He needed to finish a few things before bringing her to the hospital this morning. His figure disappeared inside his bedroom down the hallway.

Leslie woke up again at a little over seven. Mrs. An helped her to get ready for their trip to the hospital. The room was still dimly lit as the latter didn’t switch on the main light.

Even though she felt both bashful and bad, there was nothing Leslie could do aside from receiving the experienced nurse’s assistance.

’It’s so... embarrassing.’

Leslie sighed inwardly, wondering how long would it take for her to regain swift mobility. Fortunately, Mrs. An’s gentle tone managed to dispel some of her worries. The older woman treated her well.

"You’re good to go now, Mrs. Xu," exclaimed Mrs. An, smiling happily at Leslie, "You might not know but, Dr. Mo is one of the most sought-after specialists for a case like yours. You’ll get better in no time."

"Thank... you, Mrs. An," Leslie put on a weak smile, "I will... do... my best..."

Mrs. An nodded. She smoothened the lapel of Leslie’s cardigan.

Knock! Knock!

"Has my wife finished, Mrs. An? Can I come in?"

Calix’s voice followed after the knocks. He waited for the green light from the private nurse.

Mrs. An grinned, "Your husband is very caring, Mrs. Xu. I’ll let him in now, en?"

"...yes," Leslie nodded. Her eyes drifted to the door. Under the dim light, the outlines became blurrier.

"Mr. Xu, please come in," said Mrs. An after opening the door, "Your wife is ready. Oh, where’s her wheelchair?"

"There’s none," admitted Calix a bit dejectedly, "It’s a mistake on my part. I didn’t prepare one in advance."

"It’s fine, Mr. Xu. It’s inevitable," replied Mrs. An, understanding the reason behind the lack of a wheelchair.

"I’ll carry my wife to the van," Calix strode past Mrs. An, heading to Leslie who sat on the couch, "You should go downstairs first, Mrs. An. My driver is already waiting."

"I’ll bring Mrs. Xu’s bag," Mrs. An nodded at Calix and Leslie before grabbing a bag she put by the door. In no time, the older woman vanished from their sight.

Smiling faintly, Calix crouched in front of the couch. He brought up something from the pocket of his jacket.

"Here, my sunglasses," showing the sunglasses, Calix tilted his head as he carefully took in Leslie’s feeble countenance, "You can’t fly in the air now, or even walk. May I carry you?"

Leslie slowly blinked, feeling something stirred in her heart. Nodding once, she vaguely saw Calix’s smile deepen.

"Wear this first."

Calix put the sunglasses on Leslie. He gently brushed her hair aside while adjusting the shades. Once he was done, he placed one arm behind her back before supporting the crook of her knees.

"Here we go."

Leslie unconsciously clasped her hands together when Calix finally carried her from the couch. One side of her arm brushed against her chest, sensing how sturdy it was under the layers of clothes.

How safe... she felt now.