Chapter 1757 Don't Cry, Tammy

However, Sebastian didn't look at her. He held her hand and led her to a side of the living room, pushing open the glass door that led to the garden. The garden featured a stone pathway and expansive lawns near the manor. A little further on, they arrived at a garden with an arched entrance adorned with roses. Tamara's eyes suddenly welled up with emotion. She quickly lowered her gaze and asked, "Where are you taking me?" She had a hunch even as she asked. Sebastian shrugged. "To the swing." Tamara hurriedly blinked, suppressing the sour feelings that threatened to rise. She stood still and looked at his back. "I don't want to go to the swing right now." Sebastian turned to look at her. His handsome face showed a gentle expression as he gazed at her. He nodded. "Alright, then, what would you like to do? Would you like to see the flowers in the greenhouse? I've grown many of the ones you like, and they're in full bloom." Tamara restrained herself. "Let's go back inside first." "Okay," Sebastian responded softly. Taking her by the wrist, he brought her back into the house. They returned to the living room, and he didn't break his stride, guiding her upstairs while still holding her hand. As they ascended the stairs, Tamara's heart was beating rapidly, and the intensity increased until they stood in front of a room. Sebastian turned to her. "Do you remember this place?" He glanced at her and smiled slightly. "I know you don't care about the dream. But it's alright, I remember everything." With that, he pushed open the room's door, unveiling the familiar setting. The room was filled with warm decor, with a small living area by the entrance. The couch was a light color with a macaron-colored pillow on it, and the bedside table had a vase of poppies, its colors painting the room vibrantly. White curtains hung from the window, blocking out some of the sunlight. A gentle breeze caused the curtains to sway lightly. Behind the small living area was the bedroom. It had a pale pink bed with a candy plushie on it. The bedside table had a soft yellow ambiance light, and a fluffy white carpet lay beside the bed. Tamara seemed to see traces of her past life in this room, such as the silhouette of her sitting on the balcony, carefully crafting scented tea leaves. She saw the image of someone curled up on the bed, caressing their abdomen with a look of melancholy. She saw … Many scenes flashed before her eyes, and Tamara's eyes became increasingly teary. Finally, she couldn't hold back her tears, and her teardrops fell. "Please don't cry, Tammy." Just then, a warm hand gently wiped away the tears on her face. "I'm sorry. It's my fault for making you confront these painful memories." Sebastian looked at her with concern. He just wanted to help her remember the dream and make her understand that they were more than just dreams, that there was something between them. However, he didn't expect such a strong reaction from her. He suddenly felt guilty. Tamara dodged his hand and wiped her face hurriedly. She took a deep breath. "Sebastian Lynch, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not like you. You have to give me some time to process all of this." While Sebastian had quickly accepted the dream, fully immersing himself in it, the same could not be said for Tamara. She knew full well that it was a dream and had always regarded it as an observer. Now, asking her to accept and immerse herself in the dream was something she couldn't do.