The Abandoned Wife (Lucian)
Chapter 1998

Chapter 1998

Chapter 1998 What Is Your Name

As Roxanne relayed the story from her memories, the scene from decades ago played out in their minds.Lucian was unqualified as an exchange student because the objective of the exchange program was for the student toexperience the school life of a normal high school and compare it to that of an art academy, including the common practices and

order.

However, he was merely sixteen years old back then, so he couldn't care less about those. He would occasionally skip classesbecause the curriculum for regular high schools was probably too boring for him.

One typical day, Lucian, James, and Jonathan planned to sneak into a trade show, so Lucian only stayed for the first class afterlunch break before skipping the rest.

Back then, the school's security was tight with guards stationed at all the gates, so he had no choice but to scale the wall nearthe library.

Unexpectedly, nails were scattered atop the walls that day. His hands were pierced and he fell to the ground, spraining his anklein the process.

Roxanne, being a top student, usually spent all her free time at the library.

She was rushing to her classroom that day after missing more than an hour of class due to being too engrossed in her reading.

That was how they met.

Roxanne had never seen a more handsome young man than Lucian in her life, much less one in such a sorry state. Lucian wasin so much pain as he examined his ankle and his bloody palms.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need help? What hurt your hand? We need to stop the bleeding immediately and ensure you don'tcontract a tetanus infection!” Roxanne remembered those words vividly because those were the first words she said to Lucian.

Lucian nodded before glancing at Roxanne. His gaze didn't linger on her for long.

Roxanne told Lucian not to move before running back to the library and getting a small medical kit containing all kinds of first-aidsupplies.

She then helped Lucian disinfect his wound and stop the bleeding.

However, his ankle was badly sprained.

Never in his wildest dreams would he expect a high school girl to be familiar enough with the massage technique in traditionalmedicine to push the tendon in his calf back to its original place.

At that moment, he vividly remembered how her side profile looked and how a tendril of her hair swayed in the light breeze.

“All right, done! You need to get a tetanus shot next. It's best if you don't move your leg for the next twenty-four hours.” Sheflashed him a faint smile before picking up the medical kit and heading back to the library.

Lucian thought she would be back. Instead, she hurriedly rushed back to class.

However, Lucian's features were deeply ingrained in her memory after that encounter. After all, he was too good-looking. It wouldbe hard to forget a face like that.

Following the incident, Lucian waited for her at the library several times, but she didn't show up.

It wasn't until the day Lucian planned to skip class with Jonathan and James to bury his wish bottle that they finally met again.

When he passed by the library, he ran into Roxanne again.

“Hey, what's your name?” Lucian asked casually.

Roxanne's gaze, however, was focused on the empty wish bottle in his hand. “I know who you are, Mr. Farwell. May | ask what isthat?” she asked, pointing at the wish bottle.

“You know me?” A faint smile curved Lucian’s lips at that knowledge. His smile accentuated his charm, causing Roxanne to averther gaze in bashfulness.

Roxanne nodded with certainty at his question. Heaven knows how many times | wrote his name on my notebook.

After replaceing out he was an exchange student from the art academy, she knew she would never get to become friends with him.

“This is a wish bottle. After writing down your wish, you put it in the bottle and bury it deep in the ground. Several years later, youdig it up and see if your wish came true. But | don't know what | should write,” he said with a look of boredom.

“| see. That's too bad.” Roxanne did her best to remain calm, but just the sight of him standing right in front of her madebutterflies flutter furiously in her belly.

“Yeah. How about this, then? Do you have a wish? Why don't you write yours and put it in this bottle? I'll help you bury it. I'll tellyou where it is in the future, and you can dig it up. What do you think?”