Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 11

This game was getting more and more interesting.

I gingerly picked up the supplement, took a classy sip, but the next second, it was all coming back up because it was so bitter. I had no idea when Neil came back. He was standing at the door changing his shoes. When he saw me throwing up, his look clearly screamed, “gross.”

In a frosty voice, he said, “If you can’t drink it, don’t.”

“Why are you so nosy?” I wiped my mouth, finding Neil’s recent behavior strange. “You’re back again, why?”

He loosened his tie, rough yet handsome.

“This is my home too. I can come back if I want, any problem?” Neil sat across from me, answering with a poker face.

“Oh, right.” I nodded and went back to my supplement.

But this stuff was just too bitter. I could handle black coffee without sugar, but this was another level. I threw it up again before I could swallow, this time with more force, some even splashing on Neil’s face and shirt. His expression turned icy, glaring at me.

The bitterness of the medicine left me speechless. Seeing the droplets hanging from Neil’s eyelashes, I rushed to wipe his face with a tissue, just out of courtesy. Neil grabbed my hand and threw it off. His disgusted look froze me. My heart filled with bitterness.

“I’m sorry, it is just too bitter.” I tried to keep calm, throwing the tissue on the floor.

Neil didn’t answer. He just got up and went upstairs to change. Then Ada walked in. She started cleaning up the mess swiftly, more diligently, and thoroughly than anyone

else.

“Ada, you can prepare dinner now,” I told her, feeling a bit drained after she finished cleaning.

and headed

knew that eating

took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for a long time. Alone, I started playing. The deep, elegant

the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had

thinking about stopping, but his words just pissed me off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved

creating a shrilling

We can live separately, and I can play the cello without disturbing you.” I gently put down the bow,

can live separately without a

confused. What could possibly attract Neil back

face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial a number,

he seemed to suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to want me to come back. Got

to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem?

me the one who got cheated on?” Neil questioned

can’t I do what you can?!” I

at a standoff, Ada tentatively interrupted, “Mr. Whitmore, ma’am, dinner is

went downstairs to eat, no longer wanting

delicious. I finished everything on my plate and saw Neil coming out

you will be very lucky.” I

embarrassed. “Ma’am,

soup, complimenting Ada.

restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada

so modest. Your dishes are really good, hasn’t your family ever Co

a little luck, it’s easy to realize dreams.”

life, before I died, wanted to see Neil one last time, but my mother told me he went to his future mother–in–law’s restaurant opening ceremony and didn’t have time to come. He invested in the restaurant, making it rank in the top three in our city, very

ordinary people. We don’t have that kind of luck,

self–deprecating. The moment that would change their lives might be just half a month away. But I held back. Watching Ada give me an awkward smile, I