He was telling a truth with concern.
“I’m not hungry!” My voice was not calm when I spoke.
He looked at me with his dark eyes, “Clara, I’m a man. When I see him kissing you, I’ll feel uncomfortable. Don’t blame me.”
He was talking about the matter last night.
I nodded without saying anything.
He got close to me and put his head on my neck, breathing with pain.
Feeling his fingers on my back, I gradually eased my stiff body and asked, “What did he say to you at Folly’s wedding banquet?”
Noticing that he paused his breathing, I continued, “If it’s about the baby, you can ask me any questions.”
“It’s okay!” He kissed me on the lips, “It’s all over. We’ll be fine.”
He didn’t want me to be sad about it, because the pain would make me suffer.
Leaning against his chest and hearing his heartbeat, I slept well this night.
…
It was rare for Dennis to be romantic. The next morning, when I woke up, I saw a large bunch of Platycodon Grandiflora on the bedside, with a faint fragrance, which made me happy.
There was a card on the flower and some words on it. “Remember to have breakfast. Wait for me at home.”
Once there was a destination, I would feel relieved no matter how far I went away.
I smiled, put the card aside, washed and went downstairs. Finn seemed to be in a good mood.
The breakfast was ready and placed on the table. I didn’t want to eat. But if I didn’t eat, he would call Finn to ask about it.
He would be worried about me. So I just ate some.
Seeing that I was about to go out, Finn came over and asked, “Madam, are you going out?”
I nodded.
She hesitated for a while and said, “May I ask where you are going? Mr. George said that wherever you go, you should tell him.”
I smiled and nodded, “I’ll go to see his aunt. Tell him not to worry.”
I didn’t like Yara, but I also didn’t hate her. She was Dennis’s aunt, one of his few family members.
As a son, he didn’t take good care of his parents, which made him regretful. If he lost the relationship with Yara because of me, I would be guilty when he regretted it in the future.
Yara lived in a house in the southern suburbs that Dennis had bought before. After leaving the Gibson group, she started her own small shop.
As a daughter of a rich family, she used to live a good life. Although she had a strange temper, she had a much better aesthetic and romantic taste than ordinary women.
Of course, she also had a stronger will than the ordinary women.
Running a flower shop alone was not tiring, but it was inevitable that she had to work hard.
There were a lot of flowers and plants in Yara’s courtyard, and some fruits and vegetables were planted in the backyard.
It was late autumn now. Many flowers in the yard were crushed to death by the heavy snow.
When I arrived, Yara, wearing an apron, was cleaning the crushed flowers and plants in the yard.
After looking around, I took off my coat, found the sickle, and began to help her.
Yara was surprised to see me, but she still didn’t show me a good face, “What are you doing here?”
I lowered my head and kept cleaning the weeds. I felt a little sorry for the dead chrysanthemum that had been crushed by snow. Most of the chrysanthemums bloomed in early winter. If they were raised in Newton Town, they would definitely be beautiful for a long time.
However, the snow season of City P came early, so it was crushed by the snow.
“Dennis said that you are not in good health recently. I come to see you.” We both knew that we didn’t like each other, so I didn’t have to please her on purpose.
She snorted and continued to deal with the weeds.
She was getting old and had lived a rich life for many years. After staying in the yard for a long time, she felt tired.
She covered her waist and limped to the bamboo chair in the yard, frowning in pain.
I cleaned up the weeds in the yard, washed my hands, and handed her the medicine to relieve the pain.
She frowned and didn’t want to take it.
I said, “It’s not poison. It’s pain killer.”
After saying that, I put the medicine in her hand, went into the house, poured a glass of hot water, and handed it to her.
She was a little stunned and probably could no longer endure the pain. She took the glass and took the medicine.
I put the rest of the medicine aside and said, “The side effect of this medicine is not serious. If the pain is unbearable, you can take one or two pills to relieve the pain.”
She looked at me, pursed her lips, then looked at the yard and said, “You have a heavy nasal sound. Don’t come here to infect me with a cold.”
I couldn’t help laughing. She was so weird. It was obvious that she cared about me, but her words were not so unpleasant to hear.
Alright.
After all, she was a proud and noble lady from a rich family.
She didn’t have any children, so she probably wanted to spend the rest of her life peacefully.
“Okay, I’ll take some medicine when I get back.” It was normal to catch a cold in winter.
She stood up and went into the room. When she came out, she took a bag of cold medicine in her hand and said in a cold and hard voice, “Take it back. Once in the morning and once in the evening. You will be fine in two days. It’s not bitter.”
I nodded, took it, and said with a smile, “Thank you, aunt.”
She said nothing.
There was no snow in City P now. As the sun rose, most of the snow melted. The sun was shining, and it was not so cold.
Besides, Yara had set a fire in the yard, which made it a little warm.
At noon, she looked at me and said, “Will you have lunch here? It has snowed for several days. There is only some dry food at home, nothing else.”
I nodded, “I don’t mind.”
Her life could be both exquisite and rough. Although it was dry food, it was actually exquisite.
There was a fire in the yard, so she took some potatoes and sweet potatoes for me to peel. Then she cut the meat and washed some vegetables.
We had a barbecue in the yard. I thought it was too quiet for only two women to have the barbecue.
But after she took the wine from the cellar, the atmosphere became easy.
The silence was the best way for us to get along with each other. Yara and I didn’t talk much, because there were some words that we didn’t need to say. We just needed to understand.
I hadn’t had a full meal these days. I ate a lot today and felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach.
When Dennis arrived, the charcoal in the stove had already been changed once. Seeing the tableware in the yard, he smiled and ask me, “Do you like it?”
I just smiled. I didn’t like it. I was just in a good mood and couldn’t help eating a lot.
“Have a taste,” I said it was good, but that was my taste, not his.
With a smile, he took the half-baked potato from my hand and ate it. He raised his eyebrows and said, “It’s cool!”
I smiled, “It was cooked by your aunt.”
Yara took a look at him and said, “Well, there’s still some left. Go back as soon as you finish eating. It’s noisy to have so many people here.”
The aged people always liked to say something different from the words in their hearts.
Dennis and I understood this.
We looked at each other and smiled. Dennis took a chair out of the house and sat beside me. He held my hand and asked Yara about her recent physical condition.