Amelia Bright’s puffed-up look was too round, as if her pretty melon face had inflated in an instant, and her cheeks earned a few rosy glow.
“You also said it was a rumor,” Farren Austin said helplessly, “rumor how do I explain?”
Amelia Bright’s face was slightly strained with anger, and she was speechless for a moment.
Neither of them said anything, looking at each other with a questioning gaze and a frank one, but even if Farren Austin’s gaze seemed to be frank, Amelia Bright could not completely dispel those worries inside, not to pursue the question is just pride, do not want to spread things too clear.
“Reluctantly, I believe you.” She avoided Farren Austin’s gaze, her tone sour.
Farren Austin gave a soft laugh.
“Are there any dishes in the fridge? I’ll make you anything you want.”
“Whatever.”
Farren Austin opened the fridge, saw the abundance of ingredients inside and had a moment of hesitation, turned back and asked.
“Did you cook at home while I was gone?”
“No.”
Amelia Bright denied it without looking him in the eye.
“And this fridge full of ingredients?” Farren Austin brought out a handful of rutabagas, obviously still fresh, bought not more than a day ago.
“Knew you’d be back, bought it for you to make.”
“Lazy out of experience?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Amelia Bright responded in disgust, nestled on the sofa casually flipping through jewelry magazines, talking easily, but her expression was not relaxed, but a gloomy face.
The dishes in the fridge are all leftovers from yesterday’s shopping, she doesn’t have much experience in grocery shopping, and she has never been able to control the quantity, so she bought a lot, and the rare dishes she made yesterday that she could take home are now in the garbage can in front of the door.
Farren Austin cooked quickly, two simple small dishes and hot skinny congee, although only two months had not seen, but it already felt like a long-lost familiar taste.
Only after eating did Amelia Bright feel a little more comfortable.
“It’s Christmas in two days, how will Grandpa and Mom and Dad spend it?”
Amelia Bright took the initiative to ask about his schedule.
Because the original owner of this body had not spent much time in the Austin family, she could not find any memory of the Austin family’s holiday, so she could only ask about it.
“The family doesn’t celebrate foreign holidays. For Grandpa, Christmas is a very ordinary day of the year, not as important as the winter solstice, but Halyn and Joziah might spend it with friends outside.”
Farren Austin’s answer was what she expected.
The old man of the Austin family was a curmudgeon, and should have little interest in such a foreign holiday.
“What about you?”
Amelia Bright changed her tone.
“If you want to, I can accompany you.”
“Then it’s a deal, and don’t you forget it.”
“No way.”
Farren Austin swore with conviction.
Late at night.
Amelia Bright finishes her shower and sits in front of the makeup mirror, where her skin is as smooth as a peeled egg, with a particularly good skin tone.
A pair of large hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind, burying their heads in the nooks of her shoulders, the subtle stubble brushing against her chin, tingling.
“That tickles.”
Amelia Bright had nowhere to hide but to grunt in discontent, “Why don’t you shave in the shower, it sticks.”
“I forgot.”
The two hoarse words vibrated on the eardrums.
Amelia Bright got up helplessly, “I’ll go get you a razor.”
She didn’t want to sleep well and suddenly be woken up by stubble.
Just as she got up, Farren Austin suddenly came up from behind and picked her up in his arms.
“Put me down now.”
“Okay.”
With that, Farren Austin laid her down on the bed and leaned down to kiss her neck.
He had just finished showering, his body wrapped in just a towel, his upper body solid and muscular with a wheatish glow, much darker and healthier than when he left two months ago, a smell of hormones bursting through him.
Amelia Bright’s body, however, stiffened a little, and suddenly pressed his hand
“Not today.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I … am on my period.”
I don’t know why, after missing last night’s opportunity, she suddenly didn’t want to tell Farren Austin that she was pregnant, so she lied and hid it.
At the word, Farren Austin really slightly froze, rolled over and lay down, a little disappointed.
“I thought you were at the beginning of the month? It’s only the middle of the month.”
“It’s a stressful time at work, so I’m not allowed to,” Amelia Bright said, getting up and gathering her pajamas to get out of bed, but Farren Austin took her hand.
“Where to?”
“To get you a razor.”
“No, I’ll shave in the morning,” he said, and Farren Austin lifted the covers and tucked her in.
He hugged her so tightly that Amelia Bright found it difficult to breathe, but she couldn’t push away or give him a word or two of warning, so she let him hold her.
While nestled in his arms, she habitually rubbed her neck against his and felt a hint of something different.
A moment later, she asked, “Where is that locket around your neck?”
The bullet-shell pendant engraved with the two letters MW, which he had always kept on his person.
“Returned it.”
Amelia Bright froze for a moment.
Did she give it back to Calla Moon?
The only two ways to return something that has been treasured for years is to say that it’s been returned, either to reconnect with the past or to break it off.
The possibility of a clean break between Farren Austin and Calla Moon seems unlikely.
Amelia Bright was at a loss for words, “Why did you give it back? Isn’t that something important to you? For that thing you chased me to Cold Mountain and had to take it back.”
“Things are not important, what matters is the meaning of existence.”
Farren Austin’s voice was cold and sleepy, “Did Adjutant Xun tell you that? Five years ago we were also on a mission in Somalia, at the hands of a group called ‘Falcon’, sacrificing seven team members.”
“Said so.”
Even if Adjutant Xun did not say it, Bick has said it countless times.
The thrill of that day still makes Amelia Bright feel a cold sweat for Farren Austin.
“That locket is that day after the accident, Blue Eagle clean up the scene, found for a my team members of the relics, that kind of thing represents seven people’s lives, I need to always remember what happened back then, remember the atrocities committed by the Falcons, when by Blue Eagle negligence let go of people, the future also by Blue Eagle to catch back again. ”
How many people were killed by the Falcons, Amelia Bright is not a soldier so she doesn’t know, but Farren Austin’s patient explanation really put her at ease.
No matter what Calla Moon meant to Farren Austin, Farren Austin’s meaning was clear, as evidenced by the meaning he gave to the locket, at least the most important locket was not what Amelia Bright had always understood.
It was not a token of affection.
“Did you give it back to the person to say anything later?” She was more worried that Calla Moon would interpret Farren Austin’s return of the locket as a reunion, after all, even she thought so.
“Honestly.”
Farren Austin’s four words summed up the truth of his situation when he returned the locket.
Amelia Bright froze for a moment, then pulled at the corners of her mouth as she looked back.
For a moment, she suddenly felt a little bit of pain for Calla Moon.