“As soon as she walked in the door and called me, she went to her room, and she didn’t come out when I called her.” Charleen Davis looked at Andrea Jones’ face and saw that she had a depressed look on her face and couldn’t help but frown, “Did you two have a fight?”
“No.” Fearing her mother’s concern, Andrea Jones did not dare to tell the truth, but only downplayed, “It’s just a disagreement on small things, you know, we grew up with a lot of talk.”
Actually …
If she could, she would rather the two people be less united in their opinions or preferences as they were in the past. It is surprising that … is the same person when it comes to this point of lover.
Charleen Davis took her hand and sighed, “Mom won’t be able to make it through a few days in this health, you guys …”
“Mom!” Not liking or wanting to hear such words, Andrea Jones cut her off in a heartbeat.
Charleen Davis smiled reassuringly, “Don’t be so nervous, life and death are destiny, your father has been gone for so many years, one will always be lonely over there. I’m going to have a companion at least.”
Andrea Jones reddened her eyes and looked away.
In the dim light, Charleen Davis’s soft cheeks look thinner and thinner, “If Mom leaves, you two sisters will be the only ones left in this world. You’re a good boy, go and coax her later – you know, her temper comes and goes quickly, talk nicely, she won’t be able to bear to have a temper with you again.”
Andrea Jones nodded heartily and held her hand tightly, only to choke back a sob and say, “Okay, I’ll do whatever Mom says. Whatever you say.”
Charleen Davis stroked her downed hair with relief, “That’s a good girl … you guys are doing well, so Mom can rest easy.”
…
Neal Williams turned around to get into his car when he turned his eyes to see an all-too-familiar car.
The car is parked under the community, low-profile and hidden. If it wasn’t for the street lights in the neighborhood that illuminated the familiar license plate, he wouldn’t have recognized it.
The car was really sitting on that figure.
At this moment, he is looking up at the building in front of him. In the darkness, the eyes are as deep as the sea, apparently at this moment is indulging in the memories that no one knows, the look is full of hidden nostalgia and despondency.
Following his gaze, Neal Williams also looked upward.
That window, too, was familiar to him.
Knocking on the car window, through the glass, he called out, “Dad.”
Beck Williams then came back to his senses and was surprised for a moment to see his son, but was soon relieved.
Pushing the car door open, he asked, “Sending Andrea Jones back?”
“… to see Auntie?” Neal Williams got into the car.
Beck Williams laughed bitterly and shook his head.
Seeing his forlorn look, Neal Williams tilted his head back, rested his hands leisurely behind his head, looked out the familiar window, and said, “Didn’t go up there?”
“You didn’t go up there either?”
Neal Williams laughed low, “Dad, is Auntie the one you love?”
Beck Williams didn’t answer. Perhaps it was because the person asking the question was his son. This question is not appropriate between father and son.
Neal Williams, however, was not impressed, “I can see that even if you don’t answer. But …”
He paused for a moment before turning his face sideways to look at his father, “Dad, Mom is actually really good to you. The best years of your life were given to you. I don’t know how it was in the past, but, now, it must be her who loves you the most!”
Beck Williams looked at his son and lamented, “You’re growing up after all.”
“People grow up. I know the magic of love, but … sometimes affection is important too.”
Beck Williams nods, as if agreeing with his son’s words, and as if thinking.
After a moment, he turned sideways and rested his elbows on the steering wheel, staring earnestly at his son, “Neal Williams, your mother would never have approved of you and Andrea Jones. If you had to choose between affection and love one day, how would you choose?”
Neal Williams gave a slight shudder.
“Dad … I can’t give her up!” No need to think firmly.
“What about your kinship with your mother?”
“You can’t have one without the other.”
…
Andrea Jones had a glass of lemonade in one hand and a face mask in the other. When she reached Sammy Jones’ door, she hesitated before knocking.
“…” But, inside the room, there was no voice to respond to her.
From the crack in the door on the floor, she could clearly see the light on inside.
“Sis.” She called out again, “I know you’re still awake, let’s talk again. I know you’re angry with me, I shouldn’t have lied to you about that incident, I apologize to you!”
Sammy Jones still ignored her.
Heart, a sink and then sink.
Andrea Jones squeezed the mask tightly but put on a lighter tone, “Let’s do the mask together, okay? I got a wedding invitation from Lewis Brown today, he’s getting married in a few days, and the invitation was personally sent to me by his wife. You are not see her that smug look, I have to take good care to not lose her …”
If it was in the past, Sammy Jones heard this, would have rushed out to help her advise and choose a dress.
And at this moment …
Sure enough, there was movement from the room.
Andrea Jones was delighted, thinking she was coming to open the door for her, but …
The doorway, abruptly darkened.
The room, the last light, also went out …
Andrea Jones stood there dumbfounded, looking at the dark doorway, and the gloom in her heart came with it, weighing down on her heart like a boulder, leaving her breathless.
Is it true that as long as Neal Williams is around, the thorn between them can never be pulled out?
But …
She’s really selfish.
Neal Williams …
She can’t breathe from the pain of just thinking about giving up this man …
She can’t do it …
Woodenly squatting in the doorway of Sammy Jones, I do not know how long, she actually fell asleep like this.
The following day.
Early in the morning.
Sammy Jones pulled open the door and emerged from the room, and she froze when she saw the figure crouching in the doorway.
The cup of lemon tea at his feet is now so dark that it is difficult to see, and the mask has fallen to the floor.
She … actually squatted here all night …
Sammy Jones’ nose was sore, and he felt sad for some reason. I don’t know if it’s because of the Neal Williams incident or what.
Nor did he wake her up, but just bit his lip, avoided her and walked out the door coldly.
…
Garret Miller is an absolutely wonderful person.
Watching Andrea Jones go about her business in a disoriented manner, he immediately called to report Neal Williams.
“You hurry down and take a look, the one in your house doesn’t seem so normal.”
“What’s going on?”
“Who knows? Came in early in the morning looking like this. Did you guys have a fight?” Garret Miller asked, while looking through the glass window at someone who was staring obsessively at the shredder, and ‘tsked’, “Those dark circles under your eyes, you can’t even look at them. Eh, I haven’t finished yet!”
Over there, Neal Williams has long since lost his voice.
After hanging up the phone, within two minutes, Neal Williams came down.
Looking at Andrea Jones standing in the corner from a distance, and not caring about the sight of everyone, he went straight over.
Andrea Jones was still standing in front of the shredder, throwing a dozen papers down before she suddenly remembered she had thrown the wrong thing and rushed to reach out to retrieve it.
This one scared the hell out of Neal Williams.
As soon as she reached out, she grabbed her hand and wrinkled her brow, looking at her reproachfully, “What are you doing?”
Andrea Jones was slightly startled to see him.
The tip of the nose is inexplicably a little sour, but do not dare to show, only to say: “I just put the wrong thing, that thing does not need to be crushed.”
“Just print another copy, do you know how dangerous it is for you to reach out!” His face was still not very good, some admonition to her.
Andrea Jones already had something on her mind, and when she was attacked by this, she felt even more uncomfortable. Dropping her head and biting her lip, she did not make a sound.
Feeling the eyes of the other colleagues around looking this way, Neal Williams just let go of his hand. One look at her aggrieved look, some self-condemnation for being too aggressive just now, his face softened a lot, and only said, “Come to the office, I’ll wait for you.”
Neal Williams was the first to go.
Andrea Jones put all the information away before going to Garret Miller’s office.
Before knocking on the door, Neal Williams had already opened it from the inside.
Without any further ado, he took her hand and headed directly to the lounge inside the office.
Garret Miller opened his head, kindly ‘reminded’: “My bed is not bad, do not worry to enjoy.”
Andrea Jones’ face was buried in the ground.
…
The door closed and Neal Williams gave her a worried look, only to find that the dark circles under her eyes were particularly harsh.
“Has auntie’s illness worsened again? If so, let’s pick another hospital for Auntie to stay at.”
Andrea Jones shook her head, “Not so.”
“What’s going on?”
Listening to his deep voice, feeling his care and concern, Andrea Jones suddenly stepped forward, opened her arms and gently embraced him.
face, buried in his chest, listening greedily to his heartbeat.
The closer she got like this, the more certain she was …
It is no longer possible to give him up yourself …
This person, to their own importance, may have exceeded their own imagination. Give him up, perhaps … will be more difficult than plucking out his own heart, right?
The soft, warm body flung itself at her, and Neal Williams froze for just a moment before instinctively opening his arms and holding her close. The lower jaw gently knocked on the top of her head, lovingly stroked the tail of her hair hanging down, coaxing her like a child: “Tell me, what’s wrong?”
She bit her lip lightly and seemed to be still distressed.
Neal Williams patted her back soothingly, “I’m here.”
“My sister … knows all about it …”
Neal Williams snapped out of it and sighed in relief instead. “Isn’t that better? It’s only a matter of time before we should have to talk to her.”
“That’s true …” buried on his chest, her voice muffled, “but we had a fight … maybe, she’ll never forgive me …”
Just holding her like this, Neal Williams seems to be able to clearly feel the gloom and heaviness on her heart. He rubbed the top of her head painfully, he didn’t make a sound to comfort her, but only used the movement to convey his concern to her.
She continued, “I feel so sad. I don’t want to have to choose between love and affection. It shouldn’t even be a choice between opposites!”
“That’s so true.” Neal Williams looked down at her and smiled bitterly, “I hate that option, too.”
But …
Sometimes, even if you hate it again, some choices can not be avoided. And, since the ancient two difficult to complete.
…
Andrea Jones and Sammy Jones is like a dead end between them, no matter how Andrea Jones tries to break it, but the knot is not going to be loosened in any way.
Charleen Davis also sensed that something was wrong between them, separated them several times to ask, and even persuaded with love and reason, but, in the end, it did not help.
Neal Williams emerged from the law firm’s conference room, looked around, and stopped in his tracks when he saw Sammy Jones not far away.
Sammy Jones also met him.
Compared to her previous attitude, this recent period, she always avoided him intentionally or unintentionally. Even in meetings, occasionally it is really impossible to avoid, she will sit at the very end of the position, far away from him.
The eyes are even more afraid to meet his.
This time, she turned to leave again when Neal Williams called her back in a deep voice: “Sammy Jones, do you have a minute? I’d like to talk to you.”
Although the tone is inquisitive, yet, the tone is not to be denied.