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

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

pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for

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

my past life, I put away my

plucked the strings angrily, creating a shrilling

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

separately without a divorce,” Neil responded

What could possibly attract

usually the type to leave as soon as he got

seemed to suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to want me

cheating, so he kept coming back, trying to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there

one

can’t I do what you can?!” I

were at a standoff, Ada tentatively

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

and the dishes were delicious. I finished everything on my plate and

such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be

was a bit embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re too

soup, complimenting Ada.

also likes my cooking. She always suggests opening a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada talked about

don’t have to be so modest. Your dishes are really

Sometimes, with a little luck, it’s easy

his future mother–in–law’s restaurant opening ceremony and didn’t have

ordinary people. We don’t have that kind

not to be so self–deprecating. The moment that would change their lives might be just half a month away. But I held back.