Elisa returned to North Bankshire, planning to tidy up the rooms thoroughly in these two days and sell off this house as soon as possible.
While cleaning up, Elisa dug out the wedding photos that were hidden in the storeroom. The photo frames were covered in dust.
In the few years she had been married to Hamish, they didn’t even have a decent wedding photo. This was the one taken by a reporter at their wedding day and published in the newspaper. She had spent a lot of money to buy and frame this photo, wanting to hang it on the bedroom wall.
But just two days after she put it up, Hamish came home, saw it and angrily tore it down, smashing it on the ground.
Elisa cleaned up the broken glass and had it reframed, then put it back in the storeroom. Whenever she had time, she would go in and look at it. To Hamish, this photo was his humiliation, but to Elisa, it represented her sixteen-year dream.
Elisa wiped off the dust on the photo, her eyes full of sarcasm. More than sarcasm, there was sadness, thinking about how foolishly she had smiled back then.
Elisa casually threw the photo into the pile of junk, then called the junkman downstairs to come collect them.
After bustling around all morning, Elisa was drenched in sweat. Her health couldn’t stand the chill now, so she was worried about catching a cold after sweating.
She hurried to change her clothes and glanced at the time, it was almost noon already.
People with stomach cancer strangely don’t feel hungry, only an uncomfortable burning sensation in their stomach. Elisa got up and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of clear noodle soup.
She had just started cooking the noodles when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was the junkman, Elisa went to open the door and saw Hamish’s face instead.
She and Hamish hadn’t seen each other for three days. He had been busy accompanying Lila while she was busy clearing the house to pay off debts.
As soon as Hamish came in, he smelled the aroma of food. Taking in the sight of Elisa still in her apron, he couldn’t help wondering – did Elisa know he was coming today and deliberately cooked?
In front of him, Elisa was usually impeccably dressed and made up. Seeing her like this, in an apron like a housewife, was his first time.
“What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t know I was coming? I felt something was off, all the nostalgia from our past is gone, just like that.”
Elisa frowned impatiently, “Am I a tapeworm in your stomach? How would I know your movements?”
With having to sell the house, pack and move in this time, Elisa had been too busy to bother with Hamish. People change so quickly – someone she once coveted to see every day and every moment, she now found irritating at the sight.
Thinking of the noodles on the table, Elisa didn’t talk to Hamish anymore and turned back to the dining room to slurp up the hot noodles.
Familiarly, Hamish took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet, but before he could change into them, he heard the slurping sounds of her eating noodles. Going in, he watched Elisa eat and somehow felt hungry himself.
Elisa hugged a bowl bigger than her face, nibbling on the vegetables. Chewing, she looked like a soft, fuzzy bunny, appearing silly and cute, making one want to hug her.
He walked over and stood by the dining table, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’m hungry.”
“If you’re hungry, order takeout,” Elisa didn’t even lift her head. She didn’t have much of an appetite. After just 2-3 mouthfuls, she was full. She ate a little more vegetables and drank some soup before putting her bowl down.
Seeing Hamish still staring at her, she roughly grasped what he wanted – he wanted her to prepare food for him.
In the past, she had tried her best to please him, cooking a table full of dishes catered to his tastes, waiting for him to come home and eat. He wouldn’t even look at it once. Now that she didn’t want to do it anymore, he was standing there calling out that he was hungry. Really, who was the cheap one here?
She could never guess Hamish’s intentions. Elisa smiled coldly, “If you can’t stand takeout, you can go back to Lila and have her cook for you.”
“Elisa, I rarely come back today, don’t upset me.”
“Who cares if you rarely come back,” Elisa brought her bowl into the kitchen.
Hamish stood somewhat awkwardly in the living room, unable to understand how people could change so quickly. The woman who had once loved him desperately was now able to say such things – was she just venting or did she really no longer care for him?
Hamish felt stifled and empty in his heart all at once, conflicted emotions churning up and down. He glanced around and noticed many decor pieces were gone.
There was also a pile of seemingly useless junk in the middle of the living room. He walked over and randomly picked up an item.