The colors of purple and red were reflected on the river, beautiful to the extreme. Fireworks bloomed one after another, forming words of love in the air, extremely romantic. There were exclamations and admiring voices all around. Reynaldo hugged me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder, and asked me softly, “Do you like it?”
I nodded.
Liked, really liked. There is no woman who doesn’t like this kind of romance.
Recently, there have been too many surprises and favors coming too suddenly. While I was immersed in them, I couldn’t help but feel a little dazed. There is often an illusion that all the happiness at the moment is just a fleeting mirage. The hand wrapped around my waist was real, and the hot breath sprayed on my neck was also very real. This is not unreal, all this happiness is real. Later, I concluded that the reason for my inexplicable anxiety and sadness must have been because I was pregnant, with hormonal imbalances leading to emotional instability and sensitivity.
In the evening, Reynaldo was surprisingly gentle. He asked me twice and it wasn’t enough. It was only when I begged for mercy that he let me go.
I was thinking, recently I have been doing it quite frequently, almost every day. I need to go to the hospital for a pregnancy test. Should we bring Reynaldo along? I don’t know if he had time.
When I drifted off to sleep, a thought popped into my head.
The next day, I was awakened by a sudden ringing of my cell phone. I groggily felt around under the pillow for my phone. When I found it, I didn’t even look at it, I just answered the call. The next second, I was so shocked that I sat up directly from the bed, wide awake!
It was Quentin who called; he said he had found a suitable kidney source for my mom and asked me to come back quickly. When I hurried back home, Quentin was waiting for me in the house with my mom. There was also a doctor in a white coat at home. I vaguely recognized the doctor, as if I had seen him somewhere before.
I contained my excitement and asked Quentin, “Did you really find a kidney donor that matches with Mom?”
Quentin nodded heavily, his eyes brimming with joy. My mother was also standing aside, crying with joy.
Quentin pulled me aside and said, “It’s all thanks to Kimora. Kimora told Dr. Laurent about my mom’s situation, and that’s why Dr. Laurent paid extra attention to finding a suitable kidney donor for my mom.”
It was not until these days of non-stop screening by Kimora and Dr. Laurent that a kidney source matching with the mother was finally found. No wonder Kimora didn’t have time to come for dinner last night; it turns out she was busy with her mom’s affairs. We were wrong to blame her. Quentin said hastily, with a tone that couldn’t hide his joy and guilt towards his girlfriend.
But I felt a little strange about it in my heart. Does his girlfriend really have such great ability? And there’s this Dr. Laurent…
I turned my head to look at the doctor beside me, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and elegant, with extraordinary temperament. But the more I looked, the more familiar it seemed.
Seeing the inquiry in my eyes, the doctor smiled at me and said, “Hello, I am Zackery Laurent, Kimora’s senior brother.”
I nodded and said, “Hello.” After a pause, I asked him, “What about the source of the kidney…”