Her shy appearance prompted Serena to continue teasing her, but no sooner was she about to open her mouth than a ring came from her cell phone.
At first the two looked at each other confused, but a moment later Anna responded, “Didn’t you have an appointment with a client to take measurements today? I think he’s calling you now.”
Thinking about it, Anna changed her expression and rushed upstairs without caring about anything else.
Serena looked at the time, and saw that the appointment was still an hour away.
She was told that the actress was coming to South City today, and that she would be there in about twenty minutes.
She still had plenty of time.
Serena thought to herself. Five minutes later, Anna had changed clothes and came downstairs. She ran to the shoe locker to get a pair while she slipped her cell phone into Serena’s hand.
“It’s late, call me a cab.”
Serena grabbed her cell phone, entered the password and hailed a cab for her.
“Okay.”
Anna grabbed her cell phone and rushed outside, saying, “You are reckless, we have a job today and last night you didn’t remind me, letting me get drunk…”
After he closed the door, Anna said with a depressed expression, “You also made me look bad in front of your brother. And now I’m going to be late!”
After Anna left, Serena went upstairs to call Manuel to wake him up.
When she entered the house, Manuel was still asleep. With his small body in his arms a large pillow, the scene was quite amusing.
“Manuel, get up.” Serena sat on the edge of the bed calling to him.
“Yes…” Manuel answered, but did not move; he continued to stand there with the pillow.
Serena looked at the time, “It’s almost noon. Still don’t want to get up?”
Manuel opened his eyes and looked at her with a sleepy gaze.
That look was enough to leave Serena shocked.
He looked so much like….
After Serena gave birth to him, she watched him grow day by day. When he was still very small, Serena had the impression that he looked like Cristian, and this idea made her laugh at herself.
How was it possible that she was still thinking about that person after so long, to the point where she believed that the baby looked like Cristian.
But… After a while, Anna also said the same thing, which left Serena shocked.
So she thought, maybe Manuel looked like Cristian because Cristian and Leonardo were brothers? Is it due to this gene?
If not… How is it possible they were so similar?
Later, as the child grew more and more, his physical appearance also developed. And indeed, his appearance was more and more reminiscent of Cristian’s.
But he was a prettier version.
Serena did not fully understand this, so she continued not to think about it, however thinking about it too much was useless.
She just had to live her life and raise Manuel.
“Still not getting up?” Serena was not angry, she called him softly.
Manuel clearly saw that it was Serena, so he reached out his hand to crinkle his eyes and obediently sat up, “Well, Mom, it looks like I overslept today.”
“You know you overslept too, what did you do last night? You hadn’t been able to get to sleep?”
Manuel looked confused: “Mom, I couldn’t get to sleep last night…. Uncle told me a long story.”
After hearing those words, Serena felt a pang in her heart. When she spoke to him just now, Matteo seemed to be in a good mood, not expecting that actually last night.
The man was really good at hiding.
Especially in front of his sister, he never told her what the problems were.
Thinking about this, Serena stroked Manuel on the cheek, “Well, get up. Your Aunt Anna has a job today. Mom will take you out to eat later, so we will also go to the nearby supermarket to check if there is anything to buy.”
As soon as he heard she was going to the supermarket, Manuel immediately got out of bed, “All right, Mom, wait ten minutes!”
He did everything very quickly, before he finished saying he was going to get up, he was already up.
Serena went back to her room to change her clothes and put on her makeup.
When she finished fixing herself, she quickly looked at herself in the mirror.
There was a time when she could afford to go out without makeup, but now — times had changed.
Time is a sharp weapon, no matter who you are, time will silently change anyone.
*
“In North City, life is good. Why move to South City?”
The man stood with his arms folded in front of the wall window. The slender figure drew a long shadow. The dark suit he wore was not mature, but he still had a mature man’s charm. Although he was thin, one could glimpse that he was very strong.
His deep eyes narrowed into a fierce gaze, like that of a hawk, watching over the entire city. The man’s thin lips opened again, “There is no harm in moving here. Since when do you like high society life?”
A middle-aged woman in house clothes came out of the kitchen. Her hair was ironed. At first glance, she looked like a middle-aged woman, but if you looked closely at the corners of her eyes, you could see many small wrinkles, you could see that she was in her old age.
The woman put a plate of fruit on the table and ate some grapes.
“So you are doing well in North City. What did you come here to do with me? I like South City because the people here are nicer and there is much less pollution. What’s the problem?”
The man did not answer; he stood motionless on the spot.
The woman looked at his back, then took another bite of grapes and said, “Did you come here to seek help from your aunt who lives alone? Then let me tell you, Cristian, I cannot help you. You can see for yourself, I live alone.”
“Really?”
The man said in a weak voice, “Why are you still alone aunt? You’re not young anymore.”
“Cheeky boy, how dare you? Since when have you been so rude?” After that, the woman sighed, “You think it was my choice to be alone, but actually it was that story about your mother that cast a shadow over me. I realized that myself. Besides. I am no longer fertile now. I will be alone for the rest of my life. Your mother has entrusted you to me, and I will treat you as my son.”
Hearing this, the man turned and frowned at what was said.
“You?”
“Why? Doesn’t that suit you?” The woman hit the table angrily.
She was Cristian’s aunt, Beatrice.
Beatrice stood up to pull his ears, but he avoided her.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter, if in the future as I get older I can’t walk, you will take care of me.”
Cristian looked at her, grabbed the car keys and got out.
“Where are you going? Since you haven’t done anything all day, you might as well go to the supermarket and buy me something and bring it to me.”