Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband (or The Ninth Bride)

Chapter 85 Investigating the Past

Chapter 85 Investigating the Past

Finley gazed miently at Samantha, standing before him like a ghost from his past. "Did we know each other before?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for answers that seemed just out of reach.

Samantha recalled that this wasn't the first time Finley had asked her that question. She couldn't remember her exact response from before, but it didn't matter. She would answer- him again, hoping for a glimmer of recognition in his eyes.

"We knew each other, and we've known each other for a long time, Samantha replied, her voice soft yet steady. "It's just that you don't remember me now. But it's okay. I believe that someday, you will remember me." She clung to the hope that one day, the veil of forgetfulness would lift, and he would finally remember her.

What did she mean by that?

After all, he didn't recall losing his memory. The thought lingered in Finley's mind like a haunting melody. He realized he needed to find out more about Samantha to understand why she felt so deeply connected to him. Gently, Finley released Samantha from his embrace. "I'm a bit hungry," he said, attempting to shift the focus away from the unanswered questions swirling between them.

"Then I'll make you something to eat," Samantha offered with a reassuring smile.

Samantha slipped out of Finley's arms and hurried to the kitchen. Once she was gone, Finley picked up his phone, his mind made up. He sent a quick text to his assistant: "Investigate all the information on Samantha" After sending the message, Finley set his phone aside and clutched his mouth, stifling a cough that left a trace of blood on his lips. With each painful cough, he wondered how long his body could endure.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Samantha busied herself with preparing a meal for Finley, Daphne, noticing Samantha's injured hands, approached her with concern. "Mrs. Dean, your hands are hurt. Should I help you with the chopping?" Samantha shook her head, determination in her eyes. "No need, Ms. Stuart. I won't cut myself chopping vegetables, and I want to do it myself.

there anything else you

her head again. "No, thank

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you need anything, just let me know," Daphne said, respecting Samantha's wishes while

vegetables, her hands moving with practiced

into Finley's room. She set the dishes on a nearby stool and handed Finley a bowl and chopsticks. This is what I just made for you. I'm not sure if you'll like it, but please try it." Finley accepted the

corner of Finley's mouth. With a tender touch, she fetched a tissue and gently

ps before sitting beside him,

on her face.

watch him quietly as if her gaze alone could unravel the mysteries that

ten minutes, Finley finished his bowl of rice. Samantha promptly handed him a bowl of steaming

at her with a hint of curiosity. "How did you know I liked this? Did Ms. Stuart