“You said you’d spend Christmas Eve with me.”
She almost didn’t even think about it, she questioned Farren Austin’s back.
The Austin family was more traditional and didn’t care about Christmas, but Lucy Chambers had celebrated Christmas every year since she could remember, and the grandness of it was comparable to the Chinese New Year, and the warm atmosphere of Christmas to her was even better than the hustle and bustle of the Chinese New Year.
In her mind such an important holiday, Farren Austin did not even put on the heart of the look?
At this time of the year, knowing that she was already angry, he still wanted to send Calla Moon back?
“No, Farren, I’m fine, I’ll just go back by myself.”
Calla Moon looked embarrassed and refused.
“I’ve already delayed your time to go to church with me, if I make you and Amelia quarrel because of me, I really can’t feel sorry.”
Hearing these words, Amelia Bright’s face turned blue with anger and she said nonchalantly.
“If you really didn’t want us to fight, you wouldn’t have asked Farren to go to church with you tonight.”
“Amelia.”
Farren Austin reprimanded her, a bit of disappointment on his usually cool face.
“You pushed someone and you’re here accusing them of something else instead of apologizing?”
“You want me to apologize to her?”
Amelia Bright was full of disbelief, “I didn’t mean to do it, and I didn’t push hard at all, isn’t she a female soldier? I pushed it and it fell, so she …”
“Enough, pushing is pushing, there is nothing wrong with apologizing for doing something wrong.”
“You …”
Amelia Bright’s nails almost pinched into her palm, looking at the man in front of her, as if she knew him for the first time, only to feel indifferent.
In front of her and Calla Moon, he did not hesitate to believe what Calla Moon said and did, and did not hesitate to choose the side of Calla Moon, so what was she?
She did not care to continue to argue, turned her head and got into the car, a foot on the gas pedal, regardless of Chambers to escape from this place with the two of them, this place seems to be superfluous.
On the way home, the rear-view mirror in the car shines out her red eyes, tears seem to valve can’t be shut off like, rustling down.
A million grievances accumulated in the heart, how can not finish venting.
When she thought of the way Farren Austin was holding Calla Moon, her stomach suddenly turned upside down and she had to pull over, get out of the car, and run to the side of the road under a tree to dry heave.
She hadn’t eaten much for dinner, so she threw up almost all acidic water, and her stomach felt awful.
The street is full of couples who came out to play on Christmas Eve, and people passing by cast surprised glances towards her, and some came to ask her about her situation, but seeing her crying like that, they didn’t dare to come forward.
“Is everything okay?”
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing.
She froze and looked up to see Gellar Jaxton Olson.
She had just separated in front of the restaurant half an hour ago, and now she had run into him again, still in such a sorry state, she had mixed feelings.
In front of the convenience store window, Gellar Jaxton Olson handed her a cup of hot milk.
She whispered her thanks, embarrassed, and asked how he could have appeared.
“I wasn’t in the mood for the guy I was waiting for, so I took a walk home and didn’t expect such a coincidence.”
“You walk faster than I drive? Gellar total, I’m not stupid.”
It took him a quarter of an hour to drive from the place where he ate to here, and he was waiting for someone, so he was able to arrive at the same time as her, so he was able to walk as fast as he could.
Gellar Jaxton Olson looked pale.
“Walked to the church entrance, saw a scene that should not be seen, and saw someone who did not want to die, did not even turn on the lights and drove away, so kindly take a taxi to follow to see.”
After saying that, he looked at her, “The truth is too detailed, easy to make people lose face.”
Amelia Bright’s hand holding the glass of milk stiffened.
“I should go now, and thank you for the handkerchief and the milk.”
“You can’t drive like that, can you?”
Gellar Jaxton Olson shot her a look.
Amelia Bright’s face was half bloodless, and she still looked like she was lost in thought.
“Be a good man, I’ll take you home on the way.”
“On the way?”
Amelia Bright froze for a moment.
Gellar Jaxton Olson took her car, dropped it off in front of her house, handed her back the keys, and pointed to the east side of the villa.
“I live in villa 08 in A. Come and play sometime.”
“You live here too? I’ve never seen it before.”
Gellar Jaxton Olson raised an eyebrow.
“Only come over to stay occasionally, first time this year, hope the house sitter hasn’t been lazy and will let me have a place to sleep.”
Amelia Bright and Farren Austin live in this villa area although not particularly good location, but pleasant scenery, is a good place for vacation and leisure, Hounslow many rich people have invested in a suite here, so Gellar Jaxton Olson has a house here is not surprising.
After Gellar Jaxton Olson left, Amelia Bright opened the door and went straight upstairs without even turning on the lights.
These days, she thought she was living the ideal life and thought Calla Moon had backed off, even thought Farren Austin knew she minded Calla Moon so she was avoiding suspicion, but today’s incident made her think she was just being presumptuous.
Calla Moon’s position in Farren Austin’s heart is unshakable, and Calla Moon won’t give up easily on Farren Austin. She grabbed it as if she was the third party between them.
Farren Austin, on the other hand, is oblivious to all this.
This laissez-faire attitude is, in her opinion, an exhortation to be generous.
But in the matter of feelings, she can not be generous, she is just an ordinary woman, do not want to spend any of her husband’s feelings on a woman other than herself.
There is no such thing as pure friendship between a man and a woman.
The sound of the door opening came from downstairs, and she snapped back to her senses, frowning as she unlocked the door to her room.
“Farren Austin tried to open the door, but it didn’t unscrew.
“Amelia?”
Amelia Bright stood behind the door, “Didn’t you blame me for pushing your best friend and partner? Why are you still looking for me?”
There was a moment of silence at the door.
“I’m sure you didn’t mean to push her, and I don’t mean to blame you.”
“Believe it now?”
“Amelia, don’t gamble.”
“Who’s gambling?”
Hearing this, Amelia Bright was furious and pulled the door open at once, snapping at him.
“Farren Austin, do you have no idea why I’m angry? Am I mad because you didn’t come to spend Christmas Eve with me? I’m mad because you didn’t even tell me you were going to pray for your fallen comrades on Christmas Eve, you didn’t tell me anything and pretended that tonight was just an ordinary day for you, that’s why I was expecting you to come back and stay with me, if you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have asked you for anything at all on this day.”
She was disappointed that Farren Austin had once again not been honest with her, once again keeping things from her that Calla Moon knew, but she, the wife, had to hear about from other women after she ran into them at church.
Isn’t it too ironic?