Chapter 745 The Psychiatrist


    ir shared with the girls about how Wesley had been treating her like a prisoner. Debbie felt bad for


    her. She figured that some soothing words were just what the doctor ordered, and told ir that


    Wesley was only doing that because he loved her too much.


    ir didn''t deny it, but still thought that confining her was out of line. He never really cared how she


    felt, while he selfishly kept her all to himself.


    The four women had tea that afternoon. ir enjoyed her much-needed freedom after a long time of


    imprisonment. She didn''t want to go home to Wesley, so she convinced Debbie to take her in, and


    Debbie agreed.


    Wesley always had his ways of finding her. ir knew that he''d call her or track her phone down, so


    after reaching Debbie''s ce, she texted him saying that she would be spending the night at Debbie''s,


    and then switched off her phone to avoid his calls.


    Later that night, Debbie went on a date with Carlos downstairs in the garden; they had made an


    appointment to walk their dogs together. ir had the whole apartment to herself. Rxing in the


    hammock on the balcony, she took deep breaths of fresh air. For the first time in a long time, she felt


    truly free and happy.


    Worried that Wesley mighte to Debbie''s ce to drag her home, ir had told Debbie to ask


    Carlos for help in case Wesley dide barging in.


    This was important to her. So she took out her phone, intending to give Debbie a call to remind her,


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    only to quickly realize that she didn''t have her friend''s new number. She took the elevator and went


    downstairs to talk to Debbie in person.


    Eventually, Carlos agreed to help them.


    But he and Wesley were best buddies after all. ir had to go home with Wesley in the end.


    It took a while for ir and Debbie to say their goodbyes to each other. Wesley was in a bad mood


    because ir was reluctant to go home with him. The long farewell irritated him so much that he


    yanked her away impatiently.


    On their way back, ir leaned on the car window, her eyes fixed on the view. She refused to talk to


    him.


    Wesley was a man of few words, so he didn''t try to start a conversation either. He let her be.


    When they were home, he took her hand in his, but she shook it off without even looking at him.


    After a long bath, ir walked into the guest room. Wesley walked towards the room she was in after


    having his shower, but she had locked the door.


    Surprisingly, this time, Wesley didn''t force her to open the door. He walked back to his room.


    Shey in bed alone, without the warmth of his embrace. ir tossed and turned, unable to sleep. But


    she refused to sleep with him.


    As the night wore on, ir grew impatient. It was already past 2 a.m. She still had trouble sleeping.


    With a sigh, she got out of bed to drink some water.


    The cold water didn''t help with her restlessness. She scuffed her feet to the balcony and fell into a daze


    as she looked at the beautiful starry night.


    It was a little chilly outside. She pulled her pajamas closer to her.


    Inside his room, Wesley heard the noise around the house and knew that she was up. Wondering what


    she had gotten up for, he listened carefully for a while.


    After some time, he heard nothing. So, he got out of bed silently and walked out of his room.


    The living room was dimly lit. Wesley looked around but didn''t see ir anywhere.


    He panicked and started looking for her everywhere before he finally found her standing on the


    balcony. She looked so lonely. Suddenly, it dawned on him that she was still not mentally well. He


    broke into a cold sweat.


    What if she was nning to jump? That single thought frightened the brave soldier.


    He dashed over as fast as he could, grabbed her and pulled her away from the rail.


    "Aargh!" ir screamed as he roughly dragged her away from the balcony and into the room.


    Wesley covered her mouth with his hand; anger and sorrow engulfed him. "Did you think of me even


    once before you decided to jump?" he demanded in a low voice. He spent all the time he could spare


    on her, only because he loved her and wanted to keep her safe.


    "What?" ir was confused.


    "You can''t do this, ir. If you ever try to kill yourself again, I''ll take you everywhere with me—to work,


    to the base and even to missions."


    At this point, ir understood what he meant. She gasped and exined, "What are you talking about?


    I wasn''t trying tomit suicide. I just couldn''t sleep. So, I got up to drink some water. Then, I came


    here to enjoy the view and reflect on my life in this prison!"


    Wesley blinked for a moment and then sighed in relief as he realized that he had overreacted. But he


    knew that her mental health was not yet stable, and that worried him. He stroked her hair for a while


    and said, "I have a friend who is a psychiatrist. She just came back from abroad. Shall we go and meet


    her?"


    He was worried to death. He wanted her to get well soon.


    ir understood that he was trying to get her to take therapy. She resisted. "No!" she rebuffed and


    started to struggle in his arms.


    Wesley grabbed her hands and forced her to look at him. "ir, I want you to get well. I want you to be


    healthy and happy for the rest of your life. Can you do that for me? Please? I''lle with you."


    ir squirmed free of his grip and dered, "I''m not ill. I have recovered."


    "If that''s true, you wouldn''t be thinking of leaving me all the time." ''She is less resilient now and doesn''t


    know how to deal with pressure anymore, '' Wesley concluded.


    His words were unexpected and ir was disappointed. She was quiet for a moment.


    ''So, he thinks that I''m trying to leave him because I''m ill, '' she thought sadly.


    There were too many things buried deep inside her, each of them heartbreaking. It was too hard to talk


    about them. It hurt to even think about them. So, she chose not to.


    "I don''t...I don''t want..." She didn''t want to expose herself to another person, not even to Wesley, the


    man she loved so dearly. She was afraid that he would find out about her vulnerability, and that he


    would be disappointed in her.


    Wesley took her hands in his gently. "If you promise me that you''ll see the doctor, I won''t watch you so


    closely anymore. You can go wherever you want and hang out with whomever you like. Okay?"


    ir thought about it for a moment and then agreed to his deal.


    Wesley made the appointment and apanied her to the doctor''s office the next day.


    The psychiatrist was a gentle woman. Her tone wasforting. While talking to Wesley, she spoke


    about Ga. ir figured that the doctor and Wesley went way back.


    Wesley had briefed the doctor on ir''s condition beforehand, so soon after they had gotten to the


    doctor''s office, she was taken into a dimly lit room with afortable couch.


    This was the first time she was in a ce like this. Despite the soothing decor, she felt scared.


    The moment Wesley let go of her hand, a fit of uneasiness seized her.


    Wesley sensed her fear. He embraced her and reassured, "I''ll be waiting right outside. I''m not going


    anywhere."


    ''I''m not going anywhere.''


    His words calmed her. Shey down on the couch as she was told.


    The doctor closed the door of the room, and then it was just the two of them.


    She started asking questions, and ir answered them honestly.


    Once the doctor asked about the suicide attempt, ir fell silent and refused to answer any of the


    following questions the doctor asked.


    From outside the room, Wesley could see ir''s every reaction through the window. But she couldn''t


    see him.


    When ir fell silent, his heart ached.