A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1159
Tyler met his end, left no remains, like a gentle zephyr, existed feetingly in this world, leaving no evidence of his presence, taking
nothing with him, simply evaporating into nothingness
Liana didn’t bother to inquire into which nation his ashes were strewn or over which ocean. She stood in silence before his grave,
without even a photograph left of him, and found herself unable to depart.
It was only when the rain in B City began to descend in torrents and Aidyn offered her shelter under his umbrella that she
gradually returned to reality and informed Aidyn, “Let’s make a move”
She returned to A City and resumed her busy life: healing the ill, occasionally visiting the pediatric ward, interacting with the
children, and attending to Will
Her life remained largely unchanged, save for the fact that she required medication to sleep at night, and never dreamt of Tyler
What haunted her dreams were images of herself pulling the trigger, each discharge jolting her awake, only to stare blankly at
her own hands.
After endunng enough of these episodes, she increased her dosage to suppress these nightmares, and gradually, she ceased
dreaming. But during one emergency, she spotted a familiar figure, Tyler, donned in a white coat, disembarking from an
ambulance.
He was just like before, his hair neatly combed back, his forehead smooth and plump, below his dashing eyebrows, were a pair
of deep eyes.
Looking at those eyes, Liana’s heart stopped. She walked stiffly toward those eyes.
“Tyler...”
Tyler heard her, lowered his head, looking at the shorter Liana.
“Im here.”
He said with a faint smile, his eyes crinkling.
Seeing his smile, Liana’s eyes turned red.

She quickly walked over, hugged Tyler with all her strength.
The doctor she hugged was obviously surprised, then awkwardly patted Liana’s back.
“Dr. Terrill, I’m not Dr. Howell”
Those words snapped Liana back to reality, she immediately let go of the doctor she was hugging, but then stared at the doctor’s
face for a long time. After she confirmed who the person in front of her was, Liana lowered her head, whispered an ‘I’m sorry‘
and dashed into the bathroom.
She turned on the faucet, washing her face, reminding herself over and over, Liana, you’re not into Tyler anymore, this is just
guilt, that’s why you miss Tyler miss him to the point of hallucinations
She was telling herself this when she felt a pair of warm hands wrap around her waist from behind, she was startled and turned
around, what she saw was a smirking Tyler.
He was holding her, his fingers slowly sliding up from her waist, until they touched her chin, then gently lifted....
Liana looked up at Tyler, focusing on his eyelashes, his eyes, his skin, but she didn’t dare to reach out to touch Tyler. She
doubted if everything in front of her was real or just her imagination...
So she just let Tyler hold her, didn’t move, didn’t dodge him like before, just stared at him.
Seeing her being so obedient, he felt pretty pleased. His long fingers caressed her face, then took her hand, placed it behind his
waist...
He leaned close to her ear, whispered: “Liana, do you know, I lost a kidney to see you, worked my ass off to get here, and yet
you’re marrying someone else, is that
fair to me?”
His voice full of grievance, as if he’d been betrayed and had nowhere to vent but to say these words to her.
Yet, Liana was livid at Tyler for his audacious act of kidnapping her. She not only displayed no sympathy for him, but even
jabbed at his wound, eliciting a sheen of pain-induced perspiration from him....

Reflecting on her actions, a sharp pang of regret pierced Liana’s heart. Instinctively, she eased her grip, gingerly touching his
waist, “Does it still hurt?”
Tyler’s crimson eyes reflected surprise, which swiftly morphed into a look of reproach. He then lowered his head, like a chastised
child, nestling his chin in the nape of her neck, “if you caress it, it won’t hurt..”
Liana conceded with a simple okay, then pivoted to alleviate his discomfort. However, the moment her hand reached out, she
found Tyler, who was holding her mere moments ago, abruptly seated on the floor...
His body was drenched in blood. He sat before the window, his torso rigidly erect, his lower body stiff. A gun was pressed
against his chest, the sun’s rays casting a glow upon him. But he had long since departed this world...