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 to

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

went upstairs and into the music room. I took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for

lost myself in the music, reminiscing about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door.

past life, I put away my

the strings angrily, creating

then. We can live separately, and I can play the cello

we can live separately

What could possibly attract Neil back

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

me, “Irene, you seem not to

cheating, so he kept coming back, trying to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you say it’s okay as long as no one finds out?”

the one who got cheated on?” Neil

can’t I do what you can?!” I

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

eat, no longer wanting to

dishes were delicious. I finished everything on my plate

such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be very lucky.” I

a bit embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re too

soup, complimenting Ada.

my cooking. She always suggests opening a restaurant, but she

modest. Your

smiled slightly. “She’s not wrong Sometimes, with a little luck, it’s

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

just ordinary people. We don’t have that kind of luck, ma’am,” Ada responded

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