Chapter 977: Did Mom Get Lost?

Besse sometimes felt Doyle wasn't a typical prince; he had a quirky personality, though he acted differently around her than around others.

"Legend has it that angels exist," Doyle said.

Besse considered his words irrelevant but let him continue.

"Angels bring blessings to humans," he explained.

"And then?" Besse prompted, reluctantly agreeing.

"If two people in love kiss at the Ferris wheel's highest point, they receive the angel's blessing and are together forever," Doyle finished.

Besse found the excuse ridiculous.

"So, I want to try," Doyle said, suddenly standing. The Ferris wheel swayed visibly.

Besse clung to the handrail, frightened. "Doyle, don't! We could fall!"

"It'll only tilt slightly. We won't fall," he reassured her.

"Doyle..." she warned, but he'd already sat beside her. The Ferris wheel tilted noticeably. Terrified, Besse found herself held tightly in Doyle's arms. Her heart pounded.

After a silent moment, Doyle asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

Besse's lips tightened. Despite being together for three years since her memory loss, there had been little physical intimacy. She'd resisted his advances; everything felt unfamiliar and strange. Now, she was unsure of her emotions.

He'd been by her side for three years. Perhaps she shouldn't be so resistant. Maybe her reluctance had hindered their relationship. Maybe giving herself a chance would change things. Her thoughts swirled as the silence stretched.

Finally, Doyle said, "You're not saying anything, so I'll take that as consent."

Besse still didn't know how to respond.

"We've reached the highest point," he murmured, his gaze fixed on her face. The setting sun cast a warm glow, softening everything. Slowly, he leaned closer. Besse felt nervous, clutching her clothes. Doyle, equally nervous, feared rejection. The tension was palpable as their lips met. The touch was soft, their hearts racing. Doyle trembled with excitement; Besse was too nervous to move.

They remained locked in a gaze.

Meanwhile, Oscar watched. They had reached the peak of the Ferris wheel's ascent, beginning their descent, while Besse and Doyle were at the highest point. He saw them kissing under the sunset. His vision blurred. Losing someone hurt, especially when that someone stood before him, unable to recognize him.

"Daddy?" Una asked, "What's wrong? Your eyes are red."

Oscar lowered his gaze, trying to hide a tear. "The sun is too bright," he mumbled, looking towards the sun.

"Really?" Una looked at the sun, confused.

"Una, love making wishes? Make one on the Ferris wheel," Salem suggested.

"Really?" Una exclaimed, her attention instantly diverted.

Salem nodded. Una never doubted him. She trusted him and Oscar above all else. She clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and made a wish. Salem turned to Oscar, noticing the kiss and the frustration in his father's eyes. This was the second time he'd seen Oscar so upset. The first time, Oscar had been drunk and staring at the ceiling, tears silently falling. Salem had heard him whisper a name repeatedly: "Hannah."

He'd asked Susan about it; she'd cried but wouldn't reveal who Hannah was. He assumed the name was painful for both his father and godmother.

He wondered if Oscar cried for the same person now; this woman wasn't Hannah.

"I wish my mom comes soon!" Una wished aloud.

Oscar looked down at her. "Your mom may not find us anymore."

"WHY?" Una cried.

"Because…" Oscar fought back tears, "Dad lost your mom."

"Mom is lost? Can't she come back? Can't she find home?" Una asked, believing adults always could.

Oscar offered a sad smile. It was fortunate she couldn't find her way home; otherwise, she would leave them forever.