Chapter 1637: Chapter 1637: Being Alive Is Enough
After Joan Harry entered the department, Jesse Rowan walked alone to the edge of the corridor to smoke a cigarette.
He leaned against the corner of the wall, his clean and crisp suit wrapping his slender figure, and his brow furrowed slightly as he lit the cigarette.
His bangs, due to emotional and physical fluctuations, were messy, looking very bad and even a bit disheveled.
No one would come to the corner, so he stood alone, legs slightly crossed, with traces of distraction in his eyes.
The rain outside continued to fall, this kind of weather easily made one irritable, as if there was a stone weighing on the chest.
One cigarette, two cigarettes, three cigarettes...
He kept taking cigarettes out of the pack and kept lighting them.
By the fourth cigarette, the pack was empty.
Jesse Rowan furrowed his brow into a knot and, with a "bang," threw the empty pack into the trash can, disgruntled.
The box made a parabolic arc and landed steadily in the trash can.
Jesse Rowan inserted his hands into the pockets of his trousers, withdrew the expression on his face, and walked toward the department.
When he pushed open the door, he unexpectedly didn’t see Joan Harry.
"Where is she?" Jesse Rowan asked.
The female doctor looked up, seeing it was still this man, and said flatly, "She left."
"When did she leave?"
"She left after I gave her the prescription. It’s been quite a while, about ten minutes."
"Damn it." Jesse Rowan cursed lightly, annoyed that she left without telling him.
He turned his head and left the department as well.
He tried calling Joan Harry, but her phone was off, and there was no response.
Jesse Rowan was certain she wouldn’t wander off, so he didn’t inquire further but instructed the servants and family doctor at Koi Garden before heading to the parking lot for his car.
Soon, the shadow of Jesse Rowan’s red Ferrari disappeared into the curtain of rain.
The torrential rain continued to fall, leaving puddles one after another on the ground, and when the raindrops fell, the puddles would splash, resembling tiny pearls.
Joan Harry stood silently under the dense foliage of a tall banyan tree at the hospital, saying nothing.
She didn’t bring an umbrella, wearing only a deep blue sweater dress that wasn’t too thick, and a pair of black knee-high boots.
The leaves were lush, yet the rain still fell on her.
Very cold.
She hugged her arms, letting the cold wind blow over her.
However, her thoughts were still chaotic, like threads that couldn’t be untangled, tightly wrapped around her chest.
In front, was a hazy mist, her blurred vision fixedly looking into the distance.
The wind blew in bursts, very cold, yet she hardly felt much.
In the past, life seemed beautiful, filled with endless pursuits like photographing penguins in Santarctica, opening a dessert shop, playing a piano piece in Vienna’s music hall...
At that time, with all kinds of pursuits, it seemed the rest of life could be spent fulfilling them with someone loved.
In those thoughts, the wind was gentle, the sun was warm, even winter could be beautiful.
But now, her only wish was... to live well.
Living was enough.
Nothing else dared to be hoped for.
A gust of rain blew onto her face, very cold, and her hair was soaked by the rain.
The sky was overcast, mist and rain drifted with the wind everywhere, bringing coldness.
She hugged her arms tightly, her eyes dreamily watching the rain.
From time to time, the smell of disinfectant wafted through the air, belonging uniquely to the hospital.
After a long time, she left the banyan tree, walked into the rain, heading toward the hospital entrance.
The rain was heavy, but when she went out, she forgot to bring an umbrella.