CHAPTER 912: CHAPTER 912: FROM NOW ON, WITH YOU! (LU-LIU COMPLETE)

"Love has already changed beyond recognition. The night you left, you told me that if there’s a next life, you wouldn’t want to start over with me."

"But still, I want to stand there waiting. If you leave, I’ll use all my strength to chase after you. Jude, in this life, I came for you."

Isabelle Willow suddenly burst into tears.

The sound of her heartbroken sobs rang in his ears. Jude Crawford was stunned; this was the first time he had heard the story of their past and present lives.

It turned out that the man in the painting was him.

The man who had been like a thorn in his throat for the past two years, making him feel restless and uneasy—was him.

It was him before.

It’s him now.

It’s all him entirely.

Jude Crawford reached out and cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands, then closed his handsome eyes, kissing her tears with gentle tenderness.

"Yara, I believe you, but I’m sorry. I can’t remember anything. I have no memories of the past life. I don’t know what kind of love story you and... he had."

Isabelle Willow ceased her tears, looking at him through misty eyes, "It’s okay, Jude, I have a lifetime to tell you the stories between us."

...

That night, Isabelle Willow felt a pain in her stomach. Jude Crawford rushed her to the hospital, where she successfully gave birth.

It was a son.

It was at the break of dawn. Exhausted, Isabelle Willow lay on the bed as the night outside was suddenly bathed in the first light of gold, brightening the whole world.

A doctor in a white coat brought the child over, "Congratulations to Mrs. Crawford, it’s a little boy, five pounds six ounces, mother and child are safe."

Jude Crawford took his son and placed him beside Isabelle Willow, "Yara, we have a son."

Isabelle Willow pulled away the yellow blanket, revealing the small face of her son.

This son looked a lot like her, his small features hinting at the elegant and striking appearance he would grow into.

Zane Crawford.

Isabelle Willow knew that her Zane had returned.

This son was her greatest pain in a past life; in this life, he had returned to her side once again.

Isabelle Willow kissed little Zane Crawford’s forehead, tears welling up in her eyes.

...

Isabelle Willow reduced her time working outside, taking care of little Zane Crawford herself.

Little Zane Crawford had a very quiet temperament, but he loved his mommy. Every time his mommy came over, he would eagerly raise his little hands and babble nonstop.

Little Zane Crawford learned to walk, wobbling and stumbling at first, occasionally falling, and his little palms turned red.

At this time, the tall Jude Crawford came over and picked up little Zane Crawford, blowing softly on his little palm with great care, "Zane, does it hurt?"

Little Zane Crawford looked at his daddy and spoke his first word, "Dad... dy~"

Little Zane Crawford’s first word was daddy~

Jude Crawford was very happy, "Zane, do you want to play horsey ride?"

Little Zane Crawford giggled~

Jude Crawford bent his tall body, patting his own back, "Zane, come, climb up."

Little Zane Crawford used his tiny arms and legs to climb up onto his daddy’s sturdy and strong back. From now on, this father’s back would protect him and give him all his fatherly love.

"Sit tight." Jude Crawford began crawling on the ground, letting little Zane Crawford ride like a horse.

Little Zane Crawford laughed joyfully.

At this moment, Isabelle Willow entered, "What are you two playing?"

Jude Crawford stopped and looked at Isabelle Willow, patting his own back as well, "Yara, come over."

"..." Isabelle Willow’s little face blushed. Wasn’t he going to make her ride horsey too?

The son can ride; for her, it’s so embarrassing.

Jude Crawford had already noticed her shyness, so he extended a large hand, gently pulling her wrist. Isabelle Willow fell onto his back.

"Sit tight." Jude Crawford instructed, starting to give this mother and son a ride.

In her heart, Isabelle Willow felt sweet as honey. She knew that no matter how many years passed, she and Jude Crawford would remain this sweet.

At this time, a maid entered. Seeing such a high and mighty business emperor letting his wife and son play horsey ride, they blushed and quickly retreated.

...

All happiness continued, and the calm after the storm made the years particularly gentle and peaceful, everything precious beyond measure.

When little Zane Crawford was three, Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow celebrated their tenth year together.

Tonight was a night of reunion, and tomorrow was New Year’s Eve. Jude Crawford went to a meeting at the company and then drove home.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom parked on the lawn. Jude Crawford got out of the car, and from afar, he heard laughter and joy.

He stood in place, looked up, and saw the Crawford family mansion brightly lit, with two red lanterns hanging in the corridor.

Madam Crawford, despite Iris Crawford’s protests, insisted on climbing a ladder to decorate the windows with paper cuts. The lawn was filled with fireworks and firecrackers, and Isabelle Willow played with sparklers with their son.

Jude Crawford’s gaze fell on Isabelle Willow. Tonight, her hair was styled up, and she wore a vintage red sweater. Her exquisitely beautiful features, loved by him, exuded a soft and charming warmth, homely and extra cozy.

As Jude Crawford watched her, all he saw was her, deeply engraved in his heart.

Bang.

A firework exploded at that moment. Jude Crawford looked up, watching the dazzling fireworks explode in the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

In that moment, his life seemed to flash before his eyes, fleeting through his past and present lives.

He remembered.

He remembered everything!

Jude Crawford’s gaze fell back on Isabelle Willow, who was now lighting a small sparkler with their son, amidst the crowd searching, a sudden lift of his head, she was there in the dim light.

As if their hearts were connected, Isabelle Willow turned back at that moment and saw him.

So, she held her son’s little hand and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms, "Husband~"

She was calling, husband~

Jude Crawford remembered his past life self, clad in a gray striped sweater, standing alone in the wind and frost of the night, watching the children leave, hugging her but regretfully passing away in love unattained.

At the moment of closing his eyes in his past life, he still wanted to hear her voice.

Hear her say what?

She knew.

So, this life, she stayed by his side every day, smiling and saying, husband, I love you~

The moon under the sea is the moon in the sky.

The one before my eyes is the one in my heart.

A short play, a phrase ’I love you.’

In this life, I’ll sing my love to you.

In the future, rice, oil, salt, with you.

In the future, wind, flower, snow, moon, with you.

In the future, holding your hand and growing old together, with you.

With you.

Always with you.

He never knew that love had always been by his side.

The regrets of the past life; the fulfillment of this life. Jude Crawford reached out his hand, opening his arms to her.

Ps: Dear readers, the Crawford-Willow story officially says goodbye here, kisses.