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.

headed

finished the rest of the supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn’t help; I needed to take care of my body to get

the music room. I took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello

reminiscing about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door.

me off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was noisy. Now that I thought about it, no wonder

creating a shrilling noise.

play the cello without disturbing you.” I gently

looks like we can live separately without a divorce,” Neil

What could possibly

straightforwardness, his face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would

to suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you

in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you say it’s okay as long as no

me the one who got

do what you can?!” I

standoff, Ada tentatively

Neil and went downstairs to eat, no longer wanting to torture my body because

finished everything on

a good cook. Whoever marries you will

was a bit embarrassed. “Ma’am,

soup, complimenting Ada.

also likes my cooking. She always suggests opening a restaurant, but

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

not wrong Sometimes, with a little

me he went to his future mother–in–law’s restaurant opening ceremony and didn’t have time to come.

don’t have that kind of luck, ma’am,”

if your daughter marries a rich man?” I really wanted to tell her not to be so self–deprecating. The moment that would change their lives might be just half a month away.