My Dear, When He Comes Back

On the day when Easton returned, I was waiting for him at the airport at 8 a.m.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was nine p.m. Easton's figure was nowhere to be seen.

I looked at my wristwatch to confirm the time, thinking, "Could it be that his flight was delayed?"

So I patiently waited for more than ten minutes.

When the news of the plane crash came over the radio, my vision went black. A part of me seemed to have been broken.

I covered my chest in pain and cried until I fainted.

"Easton!"

I broke out in a burst of cold sweat and woke up from the bed.

Soon, I fell into an embrace with a fragrant scent.

"I'm here," he responded warmly.

The fragrance made me feel at ease. Tears unconsciously welled up in my eyes as I said, "You're still alive?"

"Yes," he gently rubbed my hair, adding, "I changed my flight at the last minute."

Looking back now, I felt a lingering fear when I heard the announcement at that time.

"It's a good thing you changed your flight. Luckily, you changed your flight!" I cried breathlessly.

Easton hugged me tighter at my words.

Suddenly, I remembered something important and asked, "When do you plan to leave this time?"

His body trembled slightly as if he had made up a mind about something.

"I'm not leaving this time."

"I will always be with you."

The next day at the company, Easton had someone move all my things to his office.

"Giana, let's work together from now on."

I looked down and saw the sapphire button I had gifted him on the cuff of his suit. I was at ease instantly.

"Okay." I tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

Easton's face instantly turned red. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly while awkwardly looking away.

He looked so cute.

I covered my mouth and chuckled.

Per the employees, Easton was much gentler after this business trip.

Regarding this, I had no comment.

Most of the time, he worked quietly at his desk while I sat on the sofa bored.

Every time I offered to help him share some of his work, he never let me do more.

Occasionally, fearing that I would be bored staying in the office all day, he let me go out for fun.

I didn't want to. I insisted on sticking to him.

Every evening after work, Easton would cook dinner for me at home. After we finished dinner together, he would go to the study and work until late at night.

I couldn't bear to see him work too hard, so I decided to go downstairs and buy lunch for him that day.

When I took the elevator to the first floor, I accidentally overheard employees talking about Alana. I stopped and eavesdropped.

"Alana hasn't shown up for a while. Isn't she always with Mr. Lawson?"

"She went on a long vacation on the day Mr. Lawson came back. Don't you know?"

"Mr. Lawson has a wife. Now that they are so loving, she should have given up."

Hearing this, I pretended to cough.

The gossiping employees dispersed as soon as they saw me.

After lunch, he continued working.

Easton suddenly exclaimed, "Oh."

I got up from the sofa and walked towards him, asking, "What's wrong?"

"I left the documents that need to be signed in the study today." He frowned slightly and looked at me pitifully, asking, "Am I stupid?"

Surprisingly, he, the high and mighty President of the Lawson Group, would say so.

I laughed, saying, "Of course, you're not stupid. Wait, I'll go back and get it for you now."

Fearing that he would refuse, I ran out of the office after finishing my words.

I finally had a chance to help him.

Back home, I walked quickly towards the study.

Upon opening a drawer of his desk, I saw two red certificates.

It was strange.

I remembered that one of the marriage certificates was in my hands.

Out of curiosity, I unfolded the two marriage certificates.

For a moment, I even felt like I was illiterate.

They turned out to be the marriage certificates of Easton and Alana!

Holding the two thin red books in my hands, I had mixed feelings.

My hands were trembling violently. The marriage certificates slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground.

When Easton rushed back, he was prompted with such a scene.