The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 994: 468 Nightmare_2 Chapter 994: 468 Nightmare_2 Madon Linggo raised his eyebrows and laughed, “Mr.

Brian, you really have a sense of humor.”

Kelly Martinez rolled her eyes surreptitiously.

Who’s kidding with you?

Peter Aria thought for a moment and looked at Anton Cook, “Let’s share a room.”

Anton Cook had no objections.

Thanks to Agave Rinto, there was a soft quilt on the bed and the leaky window had been fixed.

Two men sharing a bed felt rather weird.

In the darkness, Anton Cook stared into the void, “Uncle, what does it feel like to be in love with someone?”

He had heard Peter Aria’s story, this question might be more appropriate for Peter Aria.

Peter Aria was taken aback for a moment, imagining Isabella Foster’s gentle and beautiful face in his mind.

Closing his eyes, the man said softly, “Once you’ve seen the vast ocean, all other water loses its charm; once you’ve seen past the beauty of the sunset, all other cloud formations lose their appeal…”

Aside from her, no one in this world was able to catch his eye.

Anton Cook could feel the man choking up in his voice and couldn’t help but empathize.

“Uncle, have you been alone all these years just waiting for her?

But what if she never comes back?

Would you continue to wait tirelessly?”

An endless wait felt incredibly desolate upon pondering.

In the darkness, the man’s voice was low but firm, “She will come back.”

In the fog before him, the world was nothingness.

He continued to walk along this pathway, but it seemed never to have an end.

“Aria…

Aria…”

A woman’s dreamy call came from afar and gradually got closer.

Peter Aria turned around suddenly, joy brimming in his eyes.

“Isabella?

Isabella, is that you?”

Smoke formed into the silhouette of a woman, her complexion as beautiful as jade.

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It was the face he had long yearned for.

Peter Aria rushed towards her in disbelief, but found himself passing through her body.

The woman’s form dissipated and quickly reshaped, turning around, she gazed upon him with sadness in her eyes.

“Aria…”

His gaze fell on the woman’s overly large belly, his eyes burning with fury.

“Is this our child?”

The woman simply shook her head, her tears falling like dewdrops, heartbreaking for anyone who sees them.

“Where are you?

Where are you exactly?

Do you know I’ve been searching for you?

Come back, come back to me.”

“It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have been mad at you and left for abroad without a second thought, leaving you alone to face such cruel torture.

I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”

For the first time, the stabilized man who had always been proud and calm broke down completely.

It felt like a gentle wind was caressing his cheeks and there was a familiar scent in the air.

He quickly reached out to grab it, but got nothing.

The woman was shaking her head, her figure gradually fading in the mist.

“Our child…”

The woman’s hand fell onto her bloated stomach, her exquisite face revealing a touchingly gentle smile.

Peter Aria’s heart lurched, he kept his gaze on her without blinking.

“She’s actually always…”

“Dr.

Aria, wake up, quick, wake up…”

Peter Aria suddenly opened his eyes.

Anton Cook let out a sigh of relief, “Finally awake.

You were having a nightmare, talking in your sleep.”

Peter Aria looked disoriented, his whole person seeming soulless, he muttered to himself, “She’s actually always…

always what?

What exactly?”

Peter Aria, as if demonically possessed, abruptly grabbed Anton Cook’s arm with a shockingly strong grip that made Cook jump.

“Uncle?

What’s wrong with you?”

“Why did you wake me up?

Why did you wake me up?” he mumbled, his eyes crazed.

“She came to me in my dream, I was about to know, why did you wake me up?”

Anton Cook was taken aback, “U…

Uncle…

Don’t scare me…”

Peter Aria’s state was quite frightening right now, as if he was being possessed.

Peter Aria suddenly pushed him away, lay down again, and closed his eyes.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not fall back into dreamland.

Peter Aria’s eyes turned red, and he became as restless as a lion on the edge of rage.

He continuously hypnotized himself, but to no avail.

“Why?

Why does fate have to play with me like this?

It was nearly there, just nearly there.”

Peter Aria held his head in his hands, striking himself with agony.

“Dr.

Aria.” It was like heavenly music to his ears.