ASSISTANT CULUN

Chapter 45. Painting

Upon arrival at the apartment, Abigail immediately asked Darren to sit down and immediately checked on the young man. While Kay and Felix chose to rest on the second floor, in the Triassic apartment unit.

Abigail applied the ointment on Darren's hands carefully. Previous fights showed bruises in some parts. The young man is a public figure, so his appearance must be maintained.

"Why not wait for me to come home if I want to shop?" Darren asked as he continued to observe Abigail's face.

The girl glanced for a moment and smiled. "I don't know when you'll be home. Minimarket is not far."

Darren sighed harshly, but Abigail paid no heed to it. He remains focused on doing his job.

Abigail examined Darren's body once more, and after believing it was all treated, she closed the jar where the ointment she used to treat the bruises on Darren's body was covered.

"It's done, in a few hours the bruise will go away as well as the pain." Abigail said as she stood up. "This way you'll be ready for tomorrow's awards night."

Not yet gone far, Darren has held his wrist until Abigail snuffed to step.

"From now on, don't leave this place if I'm not around. I'll keep you company." Darren stood up and looked at Abigail deeply.

"If you're always together outside this building, it's not good for both of us." Slowly Abigail took off Darren's hand which was still holding her wrist and the young man complied.

"Don't you see for yourself? I can help you defeat the criminals."

"Yes, and that's so cool." Abigail replied involuntarily, her eyes also showing a sparkling highlight.

"So you think I'm cool and handsome?"

"Yes." Yeah." Abigail replied spontaneously and quickly.

"And you're fascinated."

"Yes." Yeah." Abigail nodded. "Eh?" It seems that he was subconsciously caught up in the quick question Darren asked.

"No, that's not what I mean!" Abigail cried out in panic.

"Ckckck." Darren shook his index finger in front of Abigail's face. "The first answer is the most honest." Darren chuckled happily. He even rubbed Abigail's head before leaving the girl whose face was meeting red.

Abigail was unable to speak anymore, a feeling of shame and anger mixed into one. He turned around and was about to get out of Darren's apartment. But that's when his gaze was fixed on a painting featuring a picture of a bonfire against the background of the forest.

"Since when are there paintings here?"

Abigail approached, her hands outstretched against the surface of the fire. A moment later he felt like he had seen such a sight. He frowned, his head feeling intense throbbing as pieces of events flashed through his mind. Night, forest and campfire, the atmosphere seemed to rush his head very quickly in the form of puzzle pieces and create painful waves.

Abigail's body was hollowed out, and just before she lost the energy to stay grounded, Abigail felt that someone was propping her up behind. The Trias who had just entered moved swiftly upon seeing Abigail's body which was starting to stabilize.

"What's wrong?" Trias' voice sounded very anxious.

"sick." Abigail replied while holding her head.

Trias rubbed Abigail's body and laid the girl on the sofa. He then took his cell phone and contacted Micah. However Trias was unable to go further away from the sofa as the looking Abigail began to go unconscious. Even his face was covered in sweat.

"Darren! Help me!" Triassic.

In an instant the door of Darren's room opened displaying his anxious face.

"There's ap…. Abi!"

Darren darted over to Abigail, sitting down to check on her condition.

"Pig." Darren anxiously rubbed the sweat on Abigail's face. Occasionally the girl's forehead wrinkled as if enduring pain. "What's wrong with you? As I remember, everything was fine."

Abigail did not answer, she just bit her lips without making a sound. And just by looking, Darren could tell how hard the girl was trying to endure her pain.

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Darren walked here and there anxiously because Micah and Troy were not coming. Abigail had been unconscious before, but not for long. After the girl regained consciousness, she fell asleep.

The sound of someone opening the door, followed by Doctor Troy who walked quickly to Abigail who was lying on the sofa.

Without asking first, Troy immediately checked Abigail's condition. Micah was seen trying to refrain from asking questions as long as Abigail was examined.

Troy took a deep breath after several minutes of examining Abigail's body. "How did it start?" He looked at Darren and Trias in turn.

"I was just in the room when I suddenly saw Abigail was about to fall. So I don't know for sure what's causing it." Answer Trias.

"Where did that happen? Is it on this couch?" Micah asked too.

Trias. "No, it's there." Trias replied, pointing to the wall near the door.

Everything in the room immediately followed the direction designated by the Triassic. Micah went to the place, stared at the painting, and then observed the whole room.

"Who's painting is it?" Suddenly Darren realizes there is another with a wall in front of Micah. He looked confused because he felt he had never bought a painting lately.

"Oh, that. Felix brought it and put it up. Sorry, I forgot to tell you." Answer Trias.

Micah held his chin while staring at the painting. Then he turned around for a moment to look at Darren and Trias.

"The atmosphere in this painting is similar to the atmosphere when you last met and chatted in the forest." 

Hearing Micah's words, Trias and Darren looked at each other for a moment then looked at the painting.

"Yes, that's right." Darren muttered in a soft voice.

Micah then looked at Doctor Troy. "Did he remember anything?"

Troy looked at Abigail and the painting in turn. "It's possible he's starting to get pieces from his memory. That's why his head hurts so much."

Darren approached the painting and dropped it off. "If this thing makes Abigail tormented, it's better to take it down and keep it."

"Didn't you really want Abigail to remember you." Troy looked at Darren in surprise. "So why take it off?"

"I want him to remember me. But if it makes him very tormented, then leave it like this." Darren replied firmly, he even seemed to have a smile even though it was very visible if forced.

Darren's reply made Micah raise both eyebrows. He looked at the young man for a moment then smiled faintly.

Trias smiled, he then approached Darren and took the painting from the young man's hand.

"Give it to me, I'll keep it."

Darren just smiled faintly. He looked at the sofa where Abigail was still sleeping.

Although it is very long, I am sure that someday you will be able to remember me. If not, I will make you fall in love with me again.

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