From Contract To All My Life: I Own You

Chapter 37 Miss, You Got The Wrong Person！

Knowing that nothing had happened to Joy as she thought, Amy was relieved. 'But why did she faint?'

Amy turned around and was about to rush to the medical headquarter, but she finally felt the sting from

her feet, perhaps because her heavy heart was alleviated. She looked down and found that her feet

were stained with blood, as if they were burning.

Amy didn't want Joy to worry about her injured foot, so she went back to the ambulance she had just

rested. After putting on her shoes, she rushed to find Joy.

Joy had a dream. She dreamed of Wilson, the boy who had been protecting her since childhood, came

back. The boy had grown up and was very handsome. Even she could hardly recognize him.

"Dear Joy, let me cook fried rice with eggs for you."

"Dear Joy, don't cry. I've been here all the time."

In her dream, Wilson's voice was as gentle as water.

However, she had to face the cruel reality when she woke up. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lying on the bed, Joy opened her eyes. When she saw the surrounding environment, she sighed

deeply and stared blankly at the blue tent above her.

'It turned out to be a dream. I had thought that Wilson really came back this time.

But it had been so long. Where on earth was Wilson? Would he think of her when he was at a loss?'

"You are awake."

A gentle voice sounded beside her bed, interrupting Joy's thoughts. Joy turned around and looked at

the person. When she saw the person, she froze and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

His blue eyes were like the sea at midnight, his face was handsome, sexy thin lips like cherry

blossoms, and his chestnut short hair was gentle and elegant.

He was tall and thin, about 1.85 meters in height. He had to slightly bend down to walk into the short

tent. Such a handsome and sunny man was really eye-catching.

But it didn't matter. The most important thing was that when Joy saw him, the memory hidden in the

bottom of Joy's heart was like a beast that had escaped from a cage, and she couldn't close it.

"Dear Joy, I've made fried rice with eggs. Do you want to eat it? I've brought it for you."

That year, the boy looked up at a young face and took out the lunch box hidden in his schoolbag with a

smile.

"Dear Joy, don't be afraid. I will protect you."

"Dear Joy, you can be my bride when you grow up!"

"Wait for me. I'll be back."

Later, the boy took a car and left. The girl cried and chased after him, but she could only watch the car

driving away.

The reality and dream overlapped, and tears blurred her eyes. Joy stared at the man blankly, and the

face in front of her overlapped the face in her memory.

The man was startled to see her crying. He asked anxiously, "Ah, ah, what a poor girl! What

happened? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Joy shook her head.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Joy shook her head again.

The man was anxious and didn't know what to do. He turned around and walked out, intending to find

the doctor.

But as soon as he turned around, his waist was held from behind. He looked back in astonishment and

saw Joy with tears all over her face.

Somehow, when he saw her crying, he had a strange feeling, but he didn't know what it was.

Joy hugged him so tightly that he couldn't breathe. He raised his hand to pull the hands on his waist,

but the result was the opposite. He was held more tightly by Joy.

He touched his forehead helplessly and said politely, "Miss, can you let go of me first?"

Hearing what he called her, Joy froze and loosened her grip. The man sensed her change and

loosened her hands around his waist.

"Wil... Don't you remember me, Wilson?"

Noticing the strangeness to her in his eyes, Joy asked in a daze.

'Wilson?'

The man wondered if she had mistaken him for someone else.

"Miss, you may have mistaken me for someone else. My name is not Wilson, but Steve."

My name is not Wilson.

This sentence was a big blow to Joy, so she only heard it and didn't notice anything else.

These words kept ringing in Joy's ears, which was hard for Joy to accept.

'How could it be possible? How could he not be Wilson? Obviously he looked so alike. Why not?'

"Do you still remember the girl who loved fried rice with eggs?" Joy asked, unwilling to give up.

Steve Han shook his head and said, "Miss, you really have mistaken me for someone else."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Joy's face. Then she thought it was possible.

There were thousands of people in the world, and many of them looked similar. Maybe she had

mistaken someone else for someone else. After all, they didn't had already met each other for such a

long time.

"You take a rest..."

"Steve, come out. I need your help. "

A voice with an American accent sounded outside the tent, interrupting Steve's words. He glanced at

Joy apologetically, turned around and was about to leave. But after a few steps, he seemed to think of

something, turned around and said to Joy, "You should know that you have a serious stomach illness,

right? You should take good care of yourself, eat on time and drink more water."

Steve smiled at Joy and strode away.

Without saying anything, Joy returned to the bed and sat down, looking a little sad.

'Maybe he was really not Wilson, and Wilson would not look at me with that strange eyes, even if they

had so many similarities.'

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Steve hurried walked out of the tent where Joy was. When he was about to the

nearby tents to help, he was bumped into by an oncoming woman.

This person was Amy, who had endured the pain in her foot and rushed to the hospital after half an

hour's journey.

Amy got to know the tent where Joy was. She was so excited that she didn't notice that she bumped

into Steve.

Amy didn't look at the person she bumped into. She apologized a few times and hurried forward.

Unexpectedly, after a few steps, her hand was grabbed by someone behind her.

Amy was forced to stop. She was a little unhappy. She thought that someone behind her was looking

for trouble, and she didn't want to get into trouble at this time.

Amy frowned and looked back, only to see a pair of eyes full of gentle.

Amy's heart beat faster involuntarily, and her anxiety was calmed down by his glance.

In fact, the reason why Steve stopped Amy was that he saw the white canvas shoes she was wearing

were stained with blood.

"Miss, your foot is injured and needs to be bandaged."