Only you in my love
Chapter 503 Hug Me

When Nina woke up, John's first reaction was to fight the urge to hug her and turn around so that she wouldn't see his face. He couldn't let her suffer any more.

The first time she laid eyes on him, she ended up in a coma for a full day. The second time put her into a coma for four days and three nights. He couldn't risk putting her through that again. How long would she be unconscious for the third time? He was petrified.

He would rather live his life under the mask and keep her safe, even if that meant that she would never remember him again.

If she fell into another coma, John's heart would never rest easy.

"Where is my mask?" John asked in a hoarse voice.

"Mask?" Vicente came to her senses, looked around and pointed to the sofa. "Over there."

John was about to walk over when a soft hand grabbed him.

"John." Even though Nina's voice was weak and feeble, she said the word clearly.

His name flowed out of her mouth as clear as day.

Not Noah or Sean, but John.

Vicente was flabbergasted. "What did you call him?"

John was overcome with disbelief. His eyes glinted as his hands trembled.

He waited for her to call his name again.

If she managed to say it again, that meant that she remembered him.

"John," Nina called out again. She felt his very obvious trembling as she held his hand. She shook his arm like a spoiled child.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she said through her sobs, "John, hug me."

John was holding his breath but this finally stopped when his chest started heaving. He turned around, bent down, held Nina in his arms, and buried his head in her neck.

"I love you." He kept tightening his clutches and tried his best to pull her into his body.

Nina's pale face became flushed as she slowly felt out of breath. There was no hint of pain though. It was a joy that none of them had seen in a long time.

The familiar voice, breath and warm embrace could only be from one person.

She was sure that it was him.

She gently patted John's back, as if coaxing a child.

"You two have some catching up to do. I'll go and wait outside," Vicente said with tears in her eyes, watching this unfold. "John, try not to hurt her, okay?"

John seemed to hear none of that, still clinging onto Nina for dear life. At last, Nina couldn't hold on any longer and said, "I just woke up. Are you trying to knock me out again?"

Her weak voice barely made it out of her mouth with how tightly John hung onto her. It sounded like she was going to pass out at any moment.

With tears in his eyes, John looked around and asked, "Where did you get hurt?"

Nina took a few deep breaths, tilted her head to the side, pointed at her neck and said, "Here. You did this."

Every inch of her skin was fair and tender. Just a little force was enough to bruise her milky complexion.

John lowered his head and kissed her on the neck.

"Are you going to bite me? Ah, it's itchy. Stop kissing me." Nina smiled and pushed him away. John kept kissing her and moving further up her neck, reaching her face and eventually giving her a gentle kiss on her lips. They rested their foreheads against each other's, touching their noses together as they felt each other's warm breath. They were so in sync that they could almost hear the beating of their hearts.

John raised his hand and held Nina's face, slowly rubbing her cheek with his thumb. The warmth from his fingertip instantly made her look better.

The two of them silently stared into each other's eyes.

After a long time, John finally pursed his lips and let out a relieved smile which Nina matched joyfully. Her eyes welled up with tears, but John kissed her cheeks, catching her tears.

"Your tears are salty." Holding his face in her hands, Nina kissed him before stepping away. She looked a little disgusted and said, "They're really salty. I'm so sorry." "Sorry for what?" John asked softly.

Nina sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed, "I'm sorry that I didn't remember you."

"Little girl, don't cry." As long as she knew who he was now, that was all that mattered in his eyes. The sadness that he felt was worth it if he had his love back.

"No, I want to cry." Nina hugged him even tighter. "You always call me your little girl so just let me cry."

John patted her on the back and said, "Then cry."

"No." Nina loosened her grip on his neck. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and she pouted pitifully. John was amused by her odd behavior. He pinched her face and asked, "Are you going to cry or not?"

"No, I won't cry." Nina forcefully wiped her tears away. "I'm a mother now. How can I just cry for no reason?"

"It doesn't matter what you say you are. You are still a little girl in my eyes." John grabbed her hand and moved it away from her soft skin. He gently wiped her tears away for her as if he was handling some kind of precious treasure. "Don and Van are our children."

"How did you know?" Nina remembered that she fainted after the car accident, and she failed to tell John that he was the twins' father. After that, she had forgotten John. So how did he know?

It was impossible for Vicente to tell John. The more people knew, the more dangerous it would be.

"It's the telepathy between a father and his children. They always laugh as soon as I hug them." John's eyes filled with tenderness as if he had already transformed into the kind of father he wanted to be. "Little girl, you've given me a family."

"John, you've also given me a home." Nina leaned against the head of the bed, her small hand clinging onto John's hulking hot palm.

When Leon came back, he saw Vicente standing at the door, giggling. "Why are you standing outside?"

"Nina woke up!" Vicente wasted no time sharing the good news. "She not only woke up, but also remembered John."

With his eyes wide, Leon pushed the door open and said anxiously, "I'll go and have a look."

"Wait, don't worry." Vicente stopped him. "Don't disturb the two of them."

"They'll have plenty of time together." Leon was so eager to see his sister, but Vicente wasn't letting him go in.

"You have plenty of time to see her too. Nina never forgot about you, but she forgot John. John has been so depressed lately, so just let them have their moment."

Leon finally stopped and asked, "How did she wake up? How did she get her memories back?"

Vicente smirked. "Would you believe me if I said I woke her up with water?"

"No, I wouldn't." Vicente's smile quickly dissipated as Leon spoke.

She knew it was a crazy thing to believe. After all, she barely believed it herself.

"When I splashed some water on her, she woke up immediately and her memories came back too." Vicente still didn't understand it. "We won't know what's going on until the experts analyze the documents that Noah brings back." Leon asked, "What documents? You mean Noah has got some documents about the drug? Is he on the way here? When exactly will he arrive? The longer we don't know what's happening, the more restless we will become."

"Spring City is not far from here. He's already on the plane. He'll arrive in three or four hours." After saying that, Vicente praised, "It was quite forward-looking of you to tell the truth to stimulate Nina. Sometimes, we have to fight fire with fire." Leon was speechless.

"It's a blessing in disguise this time. But still, it's still risky to start a fight that you are not sure you can win," Leon reminded her.

Vicente sighed. "I have no choice. Nina has woken up now so I'll call Demi and tell her not to take Van and Don here."

She took out her phone and was about to make the call. Leon stopped her and said, "Bring them here. They haven't seen their mom for a couple of days."

"You are right." Vicente put her phone away.000000000000