Chapter 152 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

The two fell silent and the atmosphere around them turned inexplicably weird, though not uncomfortable.

The center was over 500 yards away. It took Kendrick about three minutes to carry Niamh over.

It had almost been 20 years and the health center was still there, albeit renovated.

The two never expected to see the very same doctor, who despite being at the age of retirement now and having a head full of white hair, she remained at her station out of a passion for her work.

She recognized Kendrick the moment he carried Niamh into the clinic.

“I remember you, young man. Your features are very distinctive.” The doctor smiled warmly as she treated Niamh’s wound, dressing it in no time.

Niamh smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“You’re welcome.” She squinted and readjusted her reading glasses as she analyzed Niamh. “I knew that the two of you would end up together.”

Niamh was stunned. Pushing the gloom down, she wore a confused expression instead. “You knew?”

“Yeah! This young man had piggybacked you over so nervously back then too. You could see the worry on his face. He was sweating all over since he ran all the way under the scorching summer sun! I always thought the two of you looked good together when you were young. It’s been years now but you two left quite the impression on me!”

Niamh did not expect to find someone else who remembered the past.

However, this person was not Kendrick.

Kendrick had forgotten about it long ago.

She lifted her gaze to look at Kendrick who was standing by the side and was shocked to see the man’s brows that were furrowed sharply. His expression showed that he was deep in thought.

‘What’s this? Are you remembering a piece of the past you hate, Kendrick?

‘Are you remembering the ex-wife who you promised to protect forever?’

“Alright, young man. It’s time to bring your wife home. She’s alright now. You should’ve gotten married already, right? It must be nice, being together with your childhood friend.”

Childhood friends.

What immense irony those two words brought.

Sure, their lives were deeply intertwined, and to call them childhood friends was technically not a lie. She had also become his wife, but while the doctor had guessed the first half of it correctly, she did not guess the ending right.

Kendrick carried Niamh in his arms again.

Walking the same path he took, he had a dazed look in his eyes as he stared forward.

The doctor’s words echoed in his mind.

The doctor was right. He was indeed the boy years ago, but the girl back then should have been Nevaeh, no?

Could the doctor have misrecognized Niamh for Nevaeh since they looked alike? That had to be it.

“You can put me down now. I’ll hail a ride back from here,” Niamh spoke lightly, “Let’s just pretend last night never happened.”

Kendrick stopped mid-step and turned to Niamh with a complicated look in his eyes. “I’ve already told you I want to marry you. That’s not going to change, even if last night never happened.”

Kendrick was determined. “Your wedding with Felipe won’t be held as planned, because I’ll make you my wife before that can happen.”

His tone allowed no protests, and his aura held a dominance that oozed from between his brows.

He then sent Niamh back to her apartment and even carried her upstairs in all unscrupulousness.

Niamh took a bath after he left. Standing in front of the misty mirror, she wiped it to stare at herself. Her angelic and carefree eyes were now tinted with newfound complexity and scheming.

She smiled, knowing that she was one step closer to getting her revenge.

…

Kendrick’s heart calmed when he returned home and found that everything had now reverted back to how they originally were. The things that were thrown away earlier in the day were restored as well.

The only thing that brought him displeasure was the fact that Nevaeh was still sitting expectantly in the room.

Realizing he had returned, Nevaeh approached him softly to greet him, her gaze full of hurt. “Where did you go last night, Kendrick? You must think that I’m tainted now, right? Do you not want to see me anymore?”

Kendrick stared indifferently at Nevaeh’s face, suspicion growing in his eyes as the doctor’s words echoed in his mind. “When we first met years ago, you gave me a rainbow seashell. I remember giving you something back. Do you still have it?”

Nevaeh was stunned and slightly anxious. “Why are you asking me this so suddenly, Kendrick?”

“Did you lose it?” Kendrick pressed on coldly.

“No! How could I?!” Nevaeh immediately ensured, saying, “It’s something you gave me, so I made sure to keep it really well.”

Kendrick stared at Nevaeh with doubt in his eyes. “Where is it?”

“…” Nevaeh halted before breaking into a gentle and small smile. “Are you wondering if I yearned for you all those years? Of course, I did. That’s why everything you gave me is in safekeeping. I can take it out for you now if you don’t believe me!”

With that, she ran out the door.

Half an hour later, Nevaeh returned with a small bookmark made from a leaf in her hands.

The leaf was real, for it was laminated between two pieces of plastic—still whole and unbroken after all these years.

“Look, Kendrick.” Nevaeh handed the bookmark over with a sweet smile on her face, her tone sounding meaningful. “I really miss how it used to be back then, Kendrick. Back when I was the only one in your heart.”

Kendrick reached out calmly to take the bookmark as he listened to Nevaeh’s words.

Indeed, it was the one he had made all those years ago.

Nevaeh was indeed that girl.

Shoving the suspicion back into his chest, he placed the bookmark aside.

Nevaeh let out a slight exhale of relief.

Nevaeh had someone investigate Kendrick’s whereabouts on her way back, having felt that Kendrick was suspicious about something. She found that he had made a trip to April Hill.

It was highly probable that suspicion had risen within him due to something or someone there.

Thank goodness that she found the diary she had stolen from Niamh at home and the bookmark was pressed between its pages, or who would have known what sort of trouble Nevaeh would find herself in.

Now that Kendrick’s expression was no longer as frigid, Nevaeh decided to play the emotional card and forced upset tears to fall from her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Kendrick. I shouldn’t have gone into your room without your permission. Forgive me, please?”

She slowly lifted her hands to hold Kendrick’s arm.

“I really want to stay here. I’m so afraid that someone might just come up behind me and take advantage of me. I’m terrified…

“But with you and Jack, the people I love most, here, I feel like I can slowly forget the pain.”

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